Page 10 of Samson

“I know who you are. I’m not stupid.”

“I’d beg to differ. If you were smart, you’d put that gun down. The other guys in cheaper suits than mine are on their way.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Really? Did you not see what I did in here? Why would I lie?”

“It doesn’t really matter what happens from here. You’re still going to die.”

Cramer straightened his arm to fire, and Samson dove sideways, but not before he hurled the jawbone. It hit its mark hard enough to knock Cramer back, and before he could right himself, Samson jumped on him, wrenching his arm around to hold him in place.

“Samson?” a voice called out.

“Over here, Trevors.”

A man in his forties appeared across the room. “Is that Cramer?”

“Sure is. And I can deliver him alive as promised.”

“You never promised.”

“You know how I like to overdeliver. What took you so long?”

Trevors looked around the room as he approached. Two other men followed him in.

“Is that all you brought with you?” Samson said. “There are more than a dozen guys here you’ll need to process.”

“There’s more coming. Was this all you?”

“You look surprised.”

Cramer struggled under him, so he punched him in the ribs to quiet him down.

Trevors shook his head. “That’s more than we thought.”

“The drugs or the men?”

“Both.”

“I told you this was big.”

“We’re going to have to get more vehicles in here.” Trevors nodded down at the jawbone on the floor. “What’s that?”

“Not a bad weapon in the end.”

“You didn’t bring a gun?”

“Lost it.”

Trevors gave him a skeptical squint. “Did you really? Or were you looking for a challenge?”

“It worked out for the best. I didn’t kill anyone.”

“True. Okay, you can climb off him. I’ll take it from here.”

Samson pushed off of Cramer, dusting his hands as he stood. “Don’t know how many of the others are in a condition to talk, but Cramer here is doing okay. I hope you are duly impressed.”

“I’m supposed to be impressed that you didn’t beat him to death with a dead animal? I hopewenever get into an argument.”

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