Chapters (62)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- Part One - THE FISHMONGER
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Par Two - PRINCESS OF THE ANGELS
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Part Three - THE LORD OF WAR AND THUNDER
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Part Four - THE PRINCE OF SOLITUDE
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Par Five - THE SENTRY
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
Button saw Futardo, face dripping red, leaning out her window as she struggled to fire again.
The fake Jack Straw calmly picked up Kenny’s weapon, and shot her twice more through the glass.
Button tried to grab the man’s legs, but his arms wouldn’t move. He tried to shout for help, but all he managed was a bubbly grunt.
Then the fake Straw looked down at him again, aimed his weapon, and fired.
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This is Bill Rainey. You know me as Wilson Smith.”
Pike cranked the Jeep, ready to roll.
“I know who you are. Where is she?”
“I need your help.”
“Where is she?”
“You really know who I am?”
“William Allan Rainey. Her name is Rose Platt. Where is she?”
“I dunno.”
“Is she alive?”
“Yeah, I guess, but he’ll kill her.”
Rainey hiccupped, but Pike realized it was a sob. Rainey was crying.
“Don’t guess. Do you know if she’s alive?”
“Are the police on me?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck!”
“Is she alive?”
“Jesus FUCK!”
Pike gave Rainey ten seconds of silence. Rainey was coming apart, but Pike needed him to calm down and think.
“You want me to call you Bill or Wilson?”
“I don’t give a shit. Whatever. He has her.”
“What does he look like?”
“I dunno. All these years, and I’ve never seen him. We’ve been runnin’, man. He killed Rose’s old boyfriend. He got my sister, my ex-wife—Jesus, he keeps coming.”
“Why me?”
“What?”
“Why did you call me?”
Now Rainey was silent, but the silence was good. The silence meant he was thinking.
“I can’t call the police.”
“Call them.”
“I can’t. You see what these Bolivians are like? How long would I last in prison? How long would she? I call the police now, it’s killin’ both of us later.”
Pike gave him more silence, so Rainey filled it.
“You’re a mercenary, right? I’ll pay you.”
“Twelve million dollars?”
Rainey laughed.
“Who told you that, the police? Is that what they think I got?”
“Yes.”
“They’re full of shit. It was eight-point-two.”
“All right. You’ll pay me eight-point-two?”
“It’s gone. I’ll give you everything I have left. Three hundred forty-two thousand and change.”
“Don’t want it.”
“Cash. Tax free. It’s yours.”
“Don’t want it.”
Rainey fell into a deeper silence.
“I can’t do it myself. I dunno. I had to ask.”
“Why’d you kill Azzara and Eschuara?”
“Hell, you do know it all.”
“I saw you at Azzara’s. I followed you to the jet.”
“She was right about you.”
Pike wondered what he meant, but kept pressing forward.
“Why’d you kill them? They wouldn’t help?”
“They wanted me to leave. They were taking me to Mexico or some bullshit like that. I couldn’t leave without her. I love her, man.”