Page 41 of Affair
He was, after all, a therapist.
How was a suit-wearing British doctor supposed to outrun ten mercenaries?
Well, he did.
In fact, the mercenaries hadn’t been prepared at all.
What the hell?
Did he actually escape on horseback?
When Von heard this, heads were going to roll.
The horror struck when they saw a stranger leave the barn, grab Hemmingway’s twin—their target—and take off like a bat out of Hell.
“Did anyone shoot him?” Willy asked, looking around at his men.
The other men either shrugged, or just shook their heads.
Willy lost his collective shit on them.
He’d had his ass chewed by Von when they told him that they had no crypto key, and that this chase was now on his home turf.
Von liked to keep his nest clean, and killing more people here did anything but that. In fact, it made their lives more difficult.
“Jesus Christ. We need that doctor. His brother likely gave him the crypto key, and Mr. Donore wants that key!”
This wild goose chase was frustrating, and one didn’t burn Von Donore.
Oh, he paid well, but he punished those who didn’t deliver.
All around him, none of the men said anything, and that told the tale.
This cemented one thing.
The man had to know what they were coming for, since he took off so goddamn fast.
Now, Willy had a job to do. He was hired byThe BlackStone Groupto get it done, and he was getting that paycheck, and million-dollar bonus. That meant not letting Von Donore down.
Or he was a deadman.
“Search the house. We’re going to have to go after them if we can’t find the crypto key inside,” he said.
No one was looking forward to a chase in the woods and swamp.
“On quads?” Trent Stall asked. “Or?”
Was this man serious?
If he thought they were going to play with the horses, he was insane.
“No, on fucking unicorns, dickwad. I want you to get a bag of pointy seashells and duct tape them to the goddamn horses’ foreheads.”
Some of them laughed.
“What do you think we’re going to do this on? Get some here, and the rest of us will search the house for the crypto key.”
Jesus.
