One Last Bullet: An Action Thriller (Adrian Hell Series Book 3) by James P. Sumner Read Free Book Online Page B

pale face turns ghost-white and his eyes flick back and forth between Josh and me. He sighs again and reaches into his pocket, taking out his phone.
    As he starts to dial, I say, “And please don’t get any silly ideas about saying something to him to warn him off, as I will absolutely shoot you in the face. We clear?”
    He nods enthusiastically and continues dialing. The call is answered after a moment.
    “Hey, Jonas, it’s Billy. I need another kilo tonight... I know, but I’m throwin’ a party, man—some girls wanna have a good time... Uh-huh... I know, I’ve got the cash on me... You’re a life-saver, Jonas... See you in an hour.”
    He hangs up and throws the phone down next to him on the couch.
    “There,” he says. “You happy now?”
    “I sure am,” I reply with a humorless smile. “Tell me, does he make deliveries on his own?”
    He shrugs. “Usually, yeah.”
    “Good.” I look up. “Josh...” On cue, Josh drags McCoy to his feet by his neck. “Your part’s nearly over, Billy,” I explain. “Don’t worry. You just gotta get Jonas through your door when he gets here, then you’re done.”
    “Okay,” he says.
    “Until then...”
    Josh punches him in the stomach, then again on the side of the head, sending McCoy crashing to the floor, out cold.
    “You have a plan, I’m guessing?” he asks me.
    “Not really. Just gonna see what happens when Pike turns up.”
    “Oh, excellent—there’s nothing like being prepared...”
    I smile as I re-holster my gun. “...and this is nothing like being prepared!”

8.
     
     
     
     
    20:22
    The hour passed quickly enough. McCoy has regained consciousness and has started whining again. Sadly, I can’t knock him out a second time, because I need him to greet Jonas and get him in the house.
    For this next part, Josh is the man inside. The plan is that once McCoy has let Pike in, Josh will close the door behind them, and I’ll walk in through the back. Then we’ll have ourselves a nice little chat...
    I’ve gone out of the front door and walked around the side of the house. I’m crouched behind some bushes that separate McCoy’s house from his neighbor’s. I take a Beretta out and wait. I’m completely calm, focused and highly motivated. God help anyone who gets in my way. I already have a clear vision of how I intend getting to Trent, and I know that I’m on the right track going through Jonas Pike to get to him. All those years of guilt and worry, and when it all comes down to it, getting Trent is going to be a piece of cake. I can feel it.
    A few minutes pass, then a car pulls up outside McCoy’s house; an old, black sedan, with tinted windows and brand new rims, which have no business being on a car that ancient. The passenger door opens and a man steps out. I can’t make out too many features in the dark from this distance, but he’s possibly my height—just over six feet, with a slim build and very bad fashion sense. He has ridiculously baggy jeans on with boots and a huge coat that could’ve fit three people in it. To round off the look of a complete asshole, he has a baseball cap worn with the peak raised very high, to the point where it’s almost falling off the back of his head.
    This poses a problem. Not only am I going to have to talk to that idiot, but he’s not alone—there’s clearly someone else in the car, behind the wheel. I take the silencer out of my pocket and screw it into place. I’m going to have to improvise, and be quick about it.
    I watch as the man I figure for Jonas Pike makes his way to the front door and knocks on. After a moment, McCoy sticks his head out and looks around. Not seeing me, he gestures Pike into the house and the door closes again.
    Showtime.
    Staying in a low crouch, I make my way slowly out from behind the bushes and to the street, pausing for a second in the driver’s blind spot. Happy he’s not seen me, I rush up to the driver’s door, quickly yank it open and fire two rounds into