Dead Bad Kindle Edition
by George Dell (Author) Format: Kindle Edition
Ben Neo does dirty work for Tommy Murphy. Take care of this guy, fix that problem. The kind of fixes that carry lengthy jail sentences. On the side he picks up strays and teaches them the tricks of his trade. Nikki Moore and Ed Reiser are his latest trainees. Carlos Sanchez works for Jefferson Prescott, the largest illegal drug smuggler in the Americas. Jefferson has put him in charge of the biggest drug deal he has ever done, but Carlos has a few bad habits, including Lita, Jefferson’s daughter. Daryl Jones and Danny Gaynor were hired by Carlos to deliver the drugs, but curiosity got the best of them. They took a look at what they were transporting and decided they should negotiate a better deal, and just maybe they should keep a little for themselves. Jimmy West handles the less savory work for Tommy Murphy. Wet work. When things go really bad Jimmy is Tommy’s go to guy. He knows Jimmy will do whatever it takes to get to the answers he needs, including murder. David Cross is stuck in the slow lane. Nowhere job, nowhere life, until one early morning when millions of dollars in drugs and cash fall into his lap. When Tommy Murphy and Jefferson Prescott send their hired killers to find the missing drugs and cash. David goes on the run with a beautiful young woman and the chase begins… A fast action packed page turner.
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DEAD BAD
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“Oh yeah, it’s a match,” Don said. He showed Sammy the two
thumbprints.
“But I thought we wouldn’t know until Monday afternoon at the
earliest?” Sammy said.
“Technically, officially we won’t. I just suspected it
was the kid. He did time so I pulled his card. The prints match, but
I’m not a qualified expert, so we have to wait officially until they
give us the word on Monday,” Don said.
“So we still can’t do anything this weekend?” Sammy said.
“Might give us a little leverage,” Don said. He walked
across the garage and returned the fingerprint to a tech.
“Got our guy?” the tech asked.
“A strong possibility,” Don said. “Very strong. I’d
like you to keep that between us… Chain of custody… Don’t wanna
fuck with that shit,” Don said.
“Hell no,” the tech said. “That would be my ass.”
He walked away and then came back. “Same print on the trunk lid
too… Glad it helped… It did help, right?” he asked.
“It did,” Don said in a low voice. “And thanks.”
“So now we know why he needed the keys, to check the trunk,”
Sammy said.
Don nodded… “Want to go rattle his cage a little?” he
asked.
“I do. And I’m wondering why our witness didn’t see him do it?”
Sammy said.
“Easy,” Don said. “The car was out of sight at the
back of the trailer.”
“Probably,” Sammy agreed. “But, I want to hear her
say that. What was her name anyway, Ali… Amy… Something
like that.”
“April,” Don supplied before Sammy could look it up in his
notebook. “Yeah, April like the month. Why does someone name
their daughter something like that? Or Brandy, or Misty, you just
know every guy in school is gonna be banging her,” Don said.
“Banging the shit right out of her,” Sammy agreed. They
both laughed.
“Let’s go,” Don said. They headed out of the garage into
the late afternoon sunlight. It was fall and even with the strong
sunlight there wasn’t a lot of warmth in the air.
“I fucking hate fall,” Sammy said.
“And winter soon,” Don said. He unlocked the car: Leaned
across to unlock the passenger side; started the car and pulled out
of the lot.
~
They drove over to the West side of the city. April followed as David
searched for an abandoned piece of property. The problem wasn’t
finding one, the problem was finding one that wasn’t already being
used by drug dealers or that had a place to pull behind it. He found
one by an abandoned apartment house on a side street and pulled
behind it. April pulled in behind him.
“This makes the trailer park looked like high class,” she
said.
“We better hurry before we attract a crowd,” David said.
They transferred everything to the Jeep in just a few minutes, and
then David used a screwdriver to take the plates off the truck.
He emptied the glove box and behind the seat, then used a hammer to
smash one corner out of the windshield and a pair of pliers along
with a screwdriver to remove the VIN plate.
He had no doubt the truck would be gone ten minutes after they were
gone, but once it did turn up, if it ever did, it would be hard to
trace without the VIN plate. There were other areas, motor, frame,
but usually no tow yard was going to go through the trouble of
checking. They’d tow it in and store it in the yard and eventually
auction it off. Even then it would probably go for parts so there
would be no need to find the VIN and run it through DMV.
Most likely one of the several pair of eye’s watching them would
steal it and keep it for themselves. He left the key in the switch.
As they were leaving three guys were walking down the block toward
the house. Or at least it seemed that way to David. They stopped and
flipped off the Jeep as they rode by them, then they ran down to the
house. Before they had turned off the block David saw the nose of the
truck poke out of the driveway.
“Better get us away quicker, April. Make a few fast turns.
Those guys might chase us with our own truck,” David said.
April took the next left then a right and another quick left and they
popped out on Genesee Street. David looked, but he didn’t see his
truck anywhere.
“Looks good,” he managed before something hit them from
behind. He nearly broke his neck getting turned around only to see it
was his own truck with the three guys driving.
“Can you drive this hard?” David asked. “If
not we’re going to have to find a way to switch.”
April dropped the drive letter into low and floored the Jeep.
She shot around a line of traffic swerving out into the oncoming
lanes, then skidded into a hard left and shot down a side street.
Instead of slowing she kept the Commander floored and ran the next
several blocks flat out. Checking in mirrors as she left the truck
behind.
She slowed just enough to make a slight curve and then sped up again.
She locked up the brakes halfway down the block to make a fast right.
She drove hard for the next three blocks, and then made a left. The
truck was nowhere in sight, but she made another fast right before
she slowed down.
She cursed under her breath. It was a dead end street, mostly
abandoned properties. She got the truck turned around and headed
back. Halfway down the block David’s truck shot across the mouth of
the street, and she could hear the tires scream as the driver locked
up the brakes. She made the next intersection and headed back the way
they had come.
She floored the truck again and blew by a half dozen two way stop
sign intersections that bisected the street they were traveling on.
She finally locked up the brakes again and slid the Jeep into a left
and they were coming up on Genesee Street once more.
April skirted a small line of cars waiting at the red light and slid
out into the street, tires smoking.
She punched the gas hard and got the Jeep two streets down before she
turned again and shot up two blocks and then made a right onto a side
street.
“Christ,” David said as she flew by a stopped dump truck
and he heard something scrape down the entire passenger side of the
Jeep. “You’re gonna get us killed!”
“Those guys are gonna get us killed,” she said as
behind her the pickup truck swung out around the dump truck and then
sideswiped a car parked nearby before the driver got it straightened
out again.
They were driving into one of the more run down areas and she made a
quick left and then another quick left trying to lose them on the
narrow short streets. David reached forward and pulled one of the
flat black 9 MM guns from the glove box, flipped off the safety and
laid it on the seat top. He looked at April who snatched it up and
dropped it into her lap.
David took a second gun out and got it ready.
“Fuck,” April said. “Dead end! Dead end
again!“
“Fuck it, get it turned around,” David yelled.
April floored it, jumped the curb and tore up the front yard of the
house before turning around. She came back down onto the street,
slammed the gearshift into park and jumped out of the truck.
“What the fuck are you doing?” David Screamed. He jumped
out of the truck. He could hear his own truck, engine screaming as it
came. April stopped and then raised the pistol. David stared at her
incredulously for second and then lifted his own gun.
The truck came screaming down the other street, saw them and locked
up their brakes. April opened up, and David fell in with her. The
driver got the truck turned toward them, floored it and then the
windshield blew apart.
One of the guys on the passenger side leaned out with a pistol and
opened up on them, but he was shooting wild. David was surprised at
his own calm as he turned, took careful aim and then fired at the
side of the truck. The pistol fell from the guy’s hand and then both
of them had to jump out of the way to miss the truck as it roared by
them and cannoned down the street.
The truck continued a half block before it jumped the curb and plowed
into a house. April and David were up and scrambling for the Jeep
even as flames begin to shoot up from the house and the wreckage of
the truck.
David ran for the truck only to find a young guy sprinting for the
Jeep.… He saw David and April and let his pistol drop to the
ground.
Don’t… Don’t… Don’t shoot me,” the kid yelled. He stood a
frightened look in his eyes as blood dripped down one side of his
face. His breath came in ragged gasps.
David ignored him, jumped into the truck just behind April and
slammed the door.
April gunned the engine and ran hard for about ten blocks, then
slowed, working her way to the outskirts of the city on the back
streets, finally pulling into a huge mall parking lot and parking in
the first spot she found.
“That was fucking crazy,” David said. He was still
breathing hard.
April nodded and then burst into tears…
Dead Bad Kindle Edition
by George Dell (Author) Format: Kindle Edition
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