Red-Hot Vengeance by Sandrine Spycher Read Free Book Online

He clung to her arm, making the shot go into the furniture instead of Williams’ head.
    “You really are a fucking nuisance, mister López,” the woman spat at him. She hit him with the back of her gun and he fell behind the counter.
    People were screaming and fighting their way out of the pub. Williams was hiding behind a table. He took out his gun and risked an eye over the table. He saw the woman shoot López. The bartender yelled in pain. Williams raged. If he had called for backup right away, the situation would certainly not have been so bad. From where he was, he couldn’t see López, but he could still hear him, which meant he was alive. All was not lost. He had to stop that woman before she made her promise real.
    “Turn around and drop the weapon,” Williams shouted.
    But instead of paying him any attention, she ran to the door and fired three times. A second later, a rocket was fired into the pub. Williams jumped under the tables once more. The noise of the explosion was deafening. People screamed for help. Blood splashed on the bottles. Soon the whole place was on fire.
    Williams swore. The explosion had made him momentarily deaf. His vision was blurred by blood and sweat. He got up and walked dizzily in between the tables. There were people crouching with their hands over their heads, crying, praying, coughing. Williams did his best to help them out.
    Finally he heard the well-known sound of sirens outside. As firemen ran in to get people out of this furnace, Williams crawled to the place where he had last seen López. He jumped over the burning bar. López was covered in blood. He groaned some unintelligible words. He was alive. Williams grasped his shoulders and pulled him away from the fire.

 
     
     
     
     
     
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    López being in the phone book, it wasn’t hard for Vaughn to find his place. She went there with a couple of henchmen to help her look for anything concerning Carter. Vaughn didn’t bother to pick the lock, she just broke in. She preferred efficient brutality to discreet precision.
    As soon as she was inside, Vaughn spotted a small desk with several drawers. She threw the drawers to the floor one after the other. She delegated the searching task to her subordinates, and turned back to the desk. After a minute, Pete and the others started giggling like teenagers. Vaughn granted them a deadly gaze and they stopped immediately.
    “Get back to work,” she barked, snatching the pictures from their hands.
    “There’s nothing here, ma’am,” Pete said. “Only unpaid bills, and homemade porn.”
    “That’s because you’re not searching properly, you useless idiots,” Vaughn spat bitterly.
    She turned back to the desk with a despising sigh. She moved a few papers to find a little book. Intrigued, she peered into it and discovered a list of addresses in alphabetical order. With a smile of satisfaction on her face, Vaughn tore off a page.
    “Let’s go,” she said in a commanding tone.
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    Carter had learned the sad news of the destruction of his favorite pub. He went to the hospital to visit his friend, hoping that his injuries weren’t as bad as people had told him. Carter felt bad. He knew he was responsible for Vaughn’s destructive action. He was also starting to think she was a serious enemy.
    Carter arrived at the hospital in the morning. He didn’t even know if he’d be allowed to see López. He entered the bright white hall and walked toward the reception.
    “Good morning, sir,” the receptionist said. “What can I do for you?”
    “I’m here to see a friend,” Carter answered in a low voice. “His name is Rafael López.” He was given a room number and went to the elevator.
    Despite the early hour, there were numerous nurses walking in every direction. Carter tried not to pay too much attention to them; he didn’t like hospitals and the nurses made him nervous. He made his way straight to the room which he found in no time.
    Carter entered the room and