Murder My Love (Kindle Books Mystery and Suspense Crime Thrillers Series Book 3) by Tad S. Torm Read Free Book Online Page B

gun. I shoot him between the eyes and turn the gun toward Jack's head.
    Jack experiences a delayed reaction. Only now does he manage to get hold of his gun, but he doesn't have sufficient time to take aim.
    "Now for you Jack," I say in my normal voice, with the gun pointed at his head.
    I see him flinch.
    "You be cool for a minute, Jack! Don't move or I'll have to shoot you in all kinds of weird places since I don't mean to kill you. Not right now, anyway."
    I stop the car, get out and open the back door while watching Jack's every move. I take his gun. I need Jack's help to move Michael to the back of the limo.
    When we're done with moving the body, we get back in the car and continue on our way to the city.
    We both ride in front. I need to keep a watchful eye on Jack. I'm sure he'll try something, sooner or later.
    He doesn't say a word. He wears a resigned look on his face, and I'm not overly enthused either. I realized, a few months ago, that what happened to my brother is what regularly happens in our business. It was a professional hit. Jack just happened to get at the wrong end of an unlucky contract.
    But it got complicated, and now one of us has to die, and if I have any say in it, I’ll tell you right now, it won't be me.
    We drive in silence to Jack's city loft.
    I know the place. I've been here as well. Jack uses it mostly to entertain friends and colleagues, but he actually bought the place for his afternoon trysts with his young secretaries.
    His place is going to get messy today since I don't plan to leave the bodies of the two bodyguards in the limo. After all, I promised Zingor he'll be getting it back in a few hours.
    One by one, we haul the bodies onto the service elevator. We find a rolling cart inside the elevator, and this makes our work easier. We wheel them into Jack's loft without any further ado.
    I need a drink and Jack needs one too.
    "What will you have?"
    "Do you have any Cointreau?"
    "Yes, I do. I was waiting for you to come join my organization one of these days, relentless optimist that I am, so I stocked up. But you never did. Mark, I always wanted you inside. Outside you are too dangerous. People like you should not exist. You see, if you had accepted my offer, your brother would probably still be alive."
    "Or we'd both be dead."
    "Yes, you probably would, but I wouldn't."
    It's quiet and anti-climactic. We sip our drinks in silence, like two old friends who don't feel the need to talk; the alcohol tickles my throat and makes me feel all warm inside. It goes directly to my heart and gives me a very cozy feeling inside.
     
    "And when you think it'd never have happened if it weren’t for my chauffeur."
    The comment comes unexpectedly.
    I'm stupefied. I cannot say a word; I'm waiting for an explanation.
    I lower my eyes, pick up the snifter, and slowly swirl the amber liquid around. I take another lazy sip and watch him with a quizzical look.
    "What does Zingor have to do with my brother's death?"
    "Well then, let me tell you the story if you don't know," he says as he takes his time lighting a cigarette.
    I don't say a thing because now he's a friend telling a story to a friend and I want to hear his story, but I'm careful and watch his every move because in point of fact we are deadly enemies and only one of us will get out of here alive.
    So I let him tell the story and I listen.
     
    Well, you see, Mark, besides me Zingor has these clients, the Van den Lieber. A very old, very rich Dutch family, settled here when the city was called New Amsterdam.
    I could tell you that they own half the city, but I'd surely be wrong. Suffice to say, they are rich beyond measure and extremely proud of their lineage.
    Now it so happens that Patricia, their daughter, fell in love with your brother, Pete. They were students at North Haven; you know how these things often happen when you are young.
    Eleanor, that is Mrs. Van den Lieber, was very upset about her daughter's choice of a boyfriend. But she was