"Nick Pollotta - Bureau 13 - Judgment-Night" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pollotta Nick)

Army Claymore mines wired to the outside. Yikes. Ever so
carefully, I snipped away the wires on the anti-personnel


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charges. All those years watching the Discovery channel
finally paid off.
The lid was locked from the inside, so I filled the keyhole
with stiff wire from my keywire gun. A lazy locksmith's best
friend. A simple twist and the coffin opened on silent hinges.
So much for stereotypes. Magnum in hand, I was surprised to
find it empty. As I bitterly cursed, a chuckle sounded from
behind, I turned and there the bastard stood.
He resembled a computer hacker with that deathly pale
skin and weird eyes. But he was sporting a natty Armani suit
that was worth more than I had ever made, woven Italian
shoes with tiny tassels, and a gold Rolex watch. What, no
caviar-scented cell phone?
A cop would have arrested him and sent the kook to a
lunatic asylum. But I wasn't planning on reading this guy his
rights. As far as I was concerned, he didn't have any. Not an
animal like him.
The murderer came at me with arms extended, as if
greeting a long lost relative. His mouth full of those phony
vampire teeth you can buy at any novelty store. Pitiful. I
didn't have to draw my .357 Magnum; it was already in my
hand. Without a qualm, I gunned the freak down, the
thundering retorts of the Smith and Wesson echoing around
the cellar. But he kept coming, as if my copper-jacketed
hollow points had no effect. Must have been wearing a
bulletproof vest.
We went hand-to-hand and he had me in a second.
Loonies are always strong. Adrenaline, or something. Maybe
he was on PCP. The Count dragged me kicking across the
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basement and chained me to the stone wall. The chains felt
oiled and were spotted with red flakes. I had a bad feeling
Nut Boy had used these often.
Chuckling, he went away and soon came back with two
women. A blonde and a redhead. Real hot numbers wearing
skimpy denim shorts, sleeveless T-shirts and also sporting
those phony teeth. That was when I went cold. I sure hoped