Page 28 of Affair
This was not good.
“Penny, run,” he said, but it was already too late for his wife.
When he turned around, his wife was being held against some man in a ski mask and there was a gun to her head.
Liam didn’t know what the hell was going on, but he was about to find out.
“Let her go,” he said, as two men dressed similarly left a stall.
“Where is it?” the one said, as he carried a large firearm in his hands.
That was what caused the most alarm in Liam. Guns here weren’t as common as in the Americas. Oh, people had guns, but they were mostly wealthy collectors.
This looked to be more like a military gun.
“Where is what, and exactly why are you here holding my wife and me at gunpoint?” he asked, angrily.
The man got closer.
“Your son has something of ours.”
He was confused.
What could his son possibly have to do with these ruffians and their guns?
“My son? Poe?” he asked.
That angered the man.
He pistol-whipped him, and his head nearly spun off his shoulders as he landed on the ground from the brutal assault to his head.
“LIAM!”Penny shouted, and the man holding her clocked her in the head too with the gun to shut her up.
Not that it mattered.
Everyone was dead on the estate.
EVERYONE.
No one was calling the police, or coming to help these two. It was very helpful that they’d gone on a long ride that morning, so they could handle all the live-in staff.
The man moaned from the ground, blood on his face from where he’d been struck.
“Don’t fuck with me,” the masked man warned.
Liam shook his head, trying to refocus. His ears were ringing now.
The brute spoke.
“Like I said, your son. I don’t know who the fuck Poe is, but we are talking about Hemmingway. He has something of ours, and my boss wants it back.”
Liam spit blood onto the ground, and couldn’t imagine what this was all about.
“My son, Hemmingway, has been deceased for a number of years. He died in Afghanistan. How would I know what he has that was your boss’?”
The soldier was well aware of Hemmingway’s untimely death.
He’d been there.
