Page 47 of Professional Liar
The door opened again and slammed against the other wall. Goon number one thrust a phone at my face and held it on my ear. “Pierce?”
Gerry’s voice came through the line. “Yeah,” I ground out, my disappointment at not hearing Kat’s voice a living breathing thing inside my chest.
“Glad you’re alive. Stay that way, okay? We’ll be there soon.”
“She doesn’t come here. I don’t give a shit what happens to me. She does not set foot in this place,” I said, my voice gravelly on a new register. I didn’t give orders often, but when I did I expected them to be followed.
The goon took the phone and left, closing and locking the door again.
If Gerry was spearheading my rescue, I did have some hope. The man could negotiate. I didn’t think it would appease Argyll and his world domination plans.
A commotion erupted from outside the room. A gun shot went off and then another. We all scooted across the dirty floor away from the door. It wouldn’t be good to get saved only to be shot in the rescue attempt.
Voices and shouting came next until the door was thrust open again, and Argyll entered hands on up by his ears a large desert eagle pointed to the back of his head.
I saw her arm first, then her delicate elbow, her hair, the curve of her waist under her t-shirt, my black leather jacket. My heart stopped. It broke. It shattered into ground glass. She couldn’t be here.
I speared Gerry a glare as he followed her in hauling the two goons with him.
Kat struck out quick, and Argyll dropped to the concrete. “You move, I fucking kill you.”
Her voice went beyond snow and ice. This was the burning pain of something colder. “Kat,” I called.
She didn’t look at me, just stood there holding the gun to the back of his head. As if trying to decide the best place to put a bullet.
Gerry shoved the goons in further. One struck out toward Kat, and I swung my legs under him, caught him by the knee and brought him down on top of me.
My last sight was Kat turning to look at me, the dim light haloing her riotous curls.
As unconsciousness claimed me a second time, I thought she look like an angel. Not the kind from the happy biblical stories. The ones who brought fire, brimstone, and the God damn cavalry.
