Whispered Lies

Turga would have given Baby Face one chance to tell him, then cut his throat since he was too damn big to carry out easily.

Carlos glanced at Lee, who lifted his head an inch and angled his face toward Carlos, but there was no way to tell if he could actually see anything out of those bloated eyes. Carlos gave him a slight nod he hoped translated into a promise that he’d make that bastard pay.

Lee moved his chin up and down a fraction, just enough to let Carlos know he had seen something.

Carlos glanced at his watch. How could he use the fact that it was eighteen minutes to six?

“Ask him more,” Turga ordered.

Izmir walked to a table next to Lee where a couple towels were piled. To clean up his hands when the blood got too sticky?

You will pay, asshole.

Izmir lifted a pole with a loop on the end like the kind used to catch a snake, except the loop on the end was a wire that ran to a machine plugged into the wall. Carlos flinched, guessing at what Izmir had in mind. The bastard moved the loop toward Lee’s genitals.

“Stop!” Carlos ordered.

“You want to talk?” Turga asked with so much humor Carlos shook with the need to rip him to pieces.

“Turn him loose and we’ll talk,” Carlos offered in as even a voice as he could muster.

“Don’t think so.”

“You’re going to kill all of us, Turga. I’ll give you what you want if you leave the kid alone.”

“So you’ll tell me your deal with Baby Face? I know it was big score, something that electronic ferret lucked into.”

So Baby Face had found Mirage for someone else he pla

Hard to imagine that the woman behind Carlos was the infamous electronic informant, but to be honest he’d seen stranger things.

He made a production of checking his watch, then sighed. “Okay, here’s the deal. Baby Face offered me a cut to help him make a risky trade. He wanted professional backup, not the clowns he normally dragged around. He had to contact someone by six tonight or the deal was off. I was out of the country. Just got back and found out he was offered more money to deliver sooner, and I know who has the money. So he was trying to snake me on the deal. You cut the kid loose,” Carlos said, nodding at Lee, “and I’ll tell you the deal, names, everything. In trade, no torture, just a bullet between the eyes.”

Turga glanced at his watch and back at Carlos, his eyes twitching as if he couldn’t decide whether to kill Carlos or make a deal. He finally cursed something in Turkish.

“If you lie, you look worse than him when I get through with you.” Angling his head at Lee, Turga’s face creased with confusion, the time element now causing him grief. “Not like Baby Face to pick up an asset himself. Don’t fuck with me, Carlos. Only reason she not strung up yet is I’m still not buying this girlfriend bit. I no risk damaging merchandise in case she is what Baby Face selling. If not, she all mine.”

Carlos forced himself not to charge Turga. Fury rode up his back, demanding immediate payment for Lee’s bloody body. And, yes, for Gabrielle’s terror even if she had put herself in this predicament.

“Take him down and I’ll tell you what Baby Face was really after and how to cut the deal…or risk missing Baby Face’s deadline.” Carlos delivered that with a venomous finality that assured he was through negotiating.

Turga finally nodded at Izmir, who grumbled, then tossed his stick to the ground. He produced a switchblade and cut Lee’s ankles loose, then his wrists.

A hiss of pain and moans escaped when Lee fell to his knees before his arms and head slapped the floor. He didn’t move.

Carlos had covered several steps toward Turga while his attention was turned.

When Turga cut his gaze back, he waved the 9 mm. “Stop there.” A jingle played, interrupting the tense silence. Turga dug a cell phone out of his front pants pocket and answered with “What you find out?” After a pause, he smiled and said, “He put out a bounty? No, no, we’re old friends. I contact him soon. Good work. You almost as good as Baby Face.” He closed his phone and shoved it back into his front pants pocket.

“I thought we were going to talk.” But Carlos knew deep in his gut that call had complicated things.

“Yes, yes. First, you tell me what she knows about this Mirage Durand Anguis has bounty on.”

Hell. Wait. Turga thinks Gabrielle only knew something about the Mirage.

Carlos offered his most arrogant smile. “That’s what I was trying to tell you. Durand made Baby Face a new offer for more money to deliver her to him. Durand’s far more persuasive than Izmir when it comes to making someone talk.” He ignored the feminine gasp behind him and continued, “Baby Face figured he’d save what he was going to pay me and make a bonus amount by picking her up. Not a bad plan even for Baby Face. As you said, he doesn’t normally do his own dirty work.”

“So she has information?” Turga’s smile gleamed with anticipation.

“You’re smarter than that.” Carlos doubted the possibility, but hoped a threat would force Turga to hesitate. “Touch her and Durand will take your balls off with a pair of pliers.”

Turga shrugged. “So, no reason to keep you alive, eh?”

That was a tricky one. Carlos needed a minute to come up with an answer. “Go ahead and shoot me.”

Turga smiled, shoved the gun inside his waistband, and swung the rifle up.

“But it will cost you,” Carlos said quickly.

That unglued the bastard’s smile. “What you mean?”

Good news? Turga’s greed outweighed his intelligence.

“Let’s sit down and talk.” Carlos started forward, angling toward the table and chairs, gaining another two steps closer to Turga.

“Stop. We discuss nothing until Izmir tie your hands so you no make one of those moves you famous for.”

“Me famous?” Carlos laughed, keeping his eyes on Izmir, who grabbed a length of cord he snapped with pleasure and headed for him.

“I hear stories.” Turga scowled. “I would keep you alive if not so risky. Bet someone has price on your head, too.”

Carlos shrugged as if he couldn’t care less about Turga’s debate to kill him or shop his head. He put his palms together, lifting his wrists in front of him all compliant and nice.

Turga’s gaze danced past Carlos to where Gabrielle sat behind him.

Carlos turned his head to look at her.

Gabrielle frowned up at him, lips parted in total confusion.

He winked at her.

She blinked, then closed her mouth and gave a tiny dip of her head. A nod he took to mean she was still on the same page with him.

He turned back around and used the opportunity to shuffle another step forward. Izmir stepped between him and Turga, lifting the cord to wrap around Carlos’s wrists. It was now or never. He could only hope Lee had a breath of life still in him.

Carlos swung a feigned look of shock toward Lee and yelled, “No, don’t!”

Izmir jerked around to Lee, who amazingly lurched to his feet.

Turga swung the weapon at Lee. “In a hurry to die?”

Lee lowered his chin to his chest, submissive.

Turga grunted with satisfaction, so confident with a gun against a naked and beaten man.

Just stay there, Lee. Carlos used the two seconds he’d been given to curl his fingers tight and lunge, ramming a fist into Izmir’s throat, snapping his windpipe. Out of the corner of Carlos’s eye, he could see Lee move, but Izmir grabbed at Carlos with one hand and clutched his choking throat with the other.

A gunshot-Turga’s rifle-exploded, echoing against the concrete walls.

Screams ricocheted behind the echo. Gabrielle’s.

Izmir sucked air, staggering back, eyes bulging. Carlos spun and kicked high, knocking Izmir back at Turga.

Another gunshot. The bullet ripped through the middle of Izmir, catching Carlos across his side, a gash at worst.

The air reeked with curses, screams, and fresh blood.