Immortal Coil: A Novel (Immortal Trilogy Book 1) by James McNally Read Free Book Online Page A

breath and stop shaking before returning him to the panic room with the others. David had still not returned by the time she had finished with her task.
    He’s going to be so surpris ed, she thought with a devilish giggle, and then waited for David to see what she had done.
     

4.
     
    Using a GPS and the target’s Facebook status, David located the first man on his list. This man had killed his girlfriend and gotten off due to no physical evidence. The man, 27-year-old Hugh Winters, actually bragged to friends how he had gotten away with murder. If the code had allowed, David would have also snatched the friends who had high-fived him for his success, but Antony would not accept that. Only the offender could be taken; it mattered little to Antony what the others may or may not have done to encourage or entice the offender. So instead David followed the mark, staying well out of sight until the killer was alone. The mark stumbled with his keys, trying to open the door to his apartment. The man was drunk at noon—what a loser, David thought and took aim with his tranq-gun. The tranquilizer was strong enough to take down a small bear. With Antony’s endless bank accounts and the internet there was no end to the number of toys David could buy for a successful hunt.
                  The dart hit exactly where David wanted, and after a three second delay, the mark dropped. David collected his prize, throwing the man’s arm over his shoulder and dragging him back to the car as though he was the sober buddy taking care of an unconscious drunk friend. Anyone who knew this scumbag would no doubt believe this ruse. When no one was looking, David tossed the lump into the back seat.
                  David’s second victim had a pedophile conviction. These were David’s favorite marks, and they always brought him back to his time as a 16-year-old runaway. Although this target had been released on good behavior, and most pedophiles never killed anyone, the damage done to a child’s psyche placed them on Antony’s kill list. Antony agreed that these vile creatures could not be redeemed. Taking them off the street was a necessity. David bagged the pedophile without incident.
    The third member of David’s daily roundup was a suspected rapist the police had been trying to track down without success. The police were looking for Andrew Gregory for questioning in connection to the rapes, but had no way of knowing where to find him. They knew he was the son of a wealthy business man, and no one was willing to give Andy up. But David knew something the police apparently didn’t: according to Facebook, Andy frequented the White Dog Café. Andy was crafty. The police were looking for him in the posh part of town, but Ole Andy wasn’t there. He was slumming; hiding in plain sight, on the shadier side of town. And this was where David found him.
                  But Andy was not an easy takedown. The first tranq did not put him out right away, and like the pig that he was, Andy squealed. Worried that Andy would draw attention, David used a second dart. If the second dart killed him, David would need a fourth mark, someone Antony could track down himself. This was not a big deal; it happened all the time.
                  With Hugh and the pedophile back seat, Andy got to ride shotgun as David drove home. He pulled up to the back, opened the outer door leading to the basement and started unloading bodies. Using zip ties, David bound his quarry’s arms and legs. As he was working, Maggie strolled into the basement through the inner entrance stairway.
                  “Need any help?” she asked smiling.
                  David was suspicious. “No.”
    He dragged his first victim to the panic room, and stopped when he came face to face with three gagged and bound men who were already in there. He stared at them with the same shocked and confused expression he could see