Page 215 of Affair
“Listen, I didn’t want to do it. I liked Hemmingway. I feel all kinds of bad we had to kill him. He just wasn’t a team player. He should have known not to go up with us after stealing that code from Von Donore.”
Uh-oh.
It was getting worse.
Gamble was hearing it all. The man outside had killed Poe’s brother too. The crash wasn’t a crash. It was to cover a bunch of dirty soldiers working for…who the fuck was Von Donore?
That name…it sounded familiar.
What he knew now was that these assholes weren’t fucking around, and that this wasn’t about him. This was going to be all about Poe, and that meant he was going to have to tell him if what they said was true.
He’d have to interrogate the last one to make sure before telling Poe anything.
It looked like Dan was going to be having a‘come to Jesus talk’with him.
Also, that meant he likely wasn’t getting into the house. He’d have to get the people inside to come out, and he couldn’t save Rufus then.
If he could only choose one, his dog wasn’t dying by torture.
He and Poe would have to survive on fish that he caught and the apples from the orchard.
Rufus was his because Poe gave him two things, and both were precious to him. Gamble only wished that he could sneak Diablo out of there.
“I don’t like this, Dan. I have a bad feeling about this,” he stated.
Oh, well, Anderson was spot on. He was about to have no feelings in about ten seconds.
It was time.
When the man was right under him, he dropped down, using his arms to support himself from the beams, and wrapped his legs around the man’s neck. When he was in a leg lock, his thighs around his head, Gamble pulled himself up, strangling him.
Oh, and it wasn’t easy.
He was just getting better, but he had to keep hanging on so the man would pass out.
Just as he was about to fall himself, the man’s gun fell out of his hand, and he was going out.
Out wasn’t good enough.
These assholes killed his man’s family, and they’d tortured his dog.
Using what strength he had left, with a jerk of his hips, turning them sideways, he snapped the man’s neck.
That was theONLYsound in the barn, other than Gamble’s breathing.
The asshole went limp.
Dropping him, Gamble lowered himself down to the floor, and he grabbed that man’s gun too.
Now, he had three.
Because he wasn’t sure‘Dan’would stay outside, or come into the barn, he dragged the newly dead asshole into the same stall where he’d left the first piece of shit animal abuser.
And killed.
It wasn’t long before the man outside got worried.
“Anderson?” the man called. “Come on, Mate, this isn’t funny,” he said. “I don’t believe in ghosts, and you’re fucking with me.”
