Page 80 of Balls to the Walls


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“Yes, three times in the back. I may be going with you, but that doesn’t mean I need to put up with poking.”

The man nodded. “I agree. I never liked him anyway. I married his sister. Now we are related for life. It was the worst deal I ever made.”

“Maybe you should have punched him in the junk.”

“It is out of my hands,” he shrugged. “But now you have done me the honors and I can say I had nothing to do with the injury.”

“Well, happy to help out.”

“Come, we will go see my boss now.”

I could have fought him, but I was a little too curious about this boss. I’d been tailing him for so long, and now I had the perfect opportunity to get close to him. Yeah, there was a chance they might kill me, but it was a chance I was going to have to take.

We stepped into the sunlight once again, over the bodies at the bottom. I was pretty sure they weren’t dead, just knocked out. The man in the white suit was waiting for me as he held his jacket over his shoulder with a single finger.

“So, it is you.”

“It is I,” I repeated, mocking him.

“You are not what I expected.”

“Frankly, neither are you.”

“And what did you expect?”

I sized him up and shrugged. “I guess someone a little…beefier.”

He laughed at that, “It is not strength that matters. Only the mind.”

He could say that all he wanted, but it was a hell of a lot easier to win a fight when you had strength on your side.

“Well, I’m here. What did you want to see me about?”

“It is not me that wants to see you. You wanted to see me.”

“I think you’ve got that wrong. I’m just here on a holiday.”

He chuckled, then turned on his heel and walked away.

“What does that mean?” I asked the muscle.

“It means we follow.”

“Right, to his yacht.”

“To his house. He has a very big back yard.”

He nudged me forward a step. “To see his gardens. I bet they’re beautiful this time of year.”

“He has no gardens. Only a reflective pool.”

Who the hell was this guy? What person had a reflective pool? Did he sit out there all day and stare into it, trying to decide just how bad his crimes were? Or maybe that’s where he tried to drown people that crossed him.

My stomach lurched suddenly, but it wasn’t out of fear. “Oh, crap,” I whispered.

“What?”

“I had the tap water.”

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