Boss (Killer of Kings #7) - Sam Crescent Page 0,4
want to steal my car?” she asked.
He didn’t answer. The rapist sliced the material of her shirt, exposing her bra and a healthy dose of cleavage. She still hadn’t moved.
“Good girl.”
Something snapped inside her, revulsion rolling up her spine. She’d played along long enough. In her books, there was a huge difference between a rapist and a thief.
Graciella brought her stiletto down hard on his foot and snatched away his knife so fast he probably still thought he carried it. She used the heel of her hand to his chest, knocking him back, then flipped him to the ground. With the knife under his chin, she asked. “How many women have you raped?”
“I don’t know.” When she didn’t move the knife, he said, “None.”
She laughed. Graciella got down on one knee and reached into his pants that he’d conveniently left open. “You can’t rape women without a dick, can you?”
His eyes widened. One quick slice and it was over. She tossed the knife and the scrap before returning to her car. The piece of shit was lucky she left him alive.
Chapter Two
“She disappeared.”
Boss gritted his teeth. “What the fuck?”
He wasn’t happy.
“Look, the contract was fulfilled but I couldn’t find her. Everything was done in less than thirty minutes, Boss. No one came out,” Maurice said.
“She came out of the building. Get me the security footage and have your ass here now.” He hung up his cell phone as he checked through the latest details of the little science experiment with the drugs. “This shit is deadly?” He looked toward his science genius.
“I’ve never seen anything like this before in my life. Don’t get me wrong, drugs are tainted with all kinds of fillers to help bulk them out, but whatever is in here, it’s killing people,” Adam said. He moved across his van and started to type on his computer.
Boss rubbed at his eyes. At Killer of Kings, he didn’t just have hitmen for hire. He had all kinds of men and women in his arsenal. Computer and weapons experts, doctors, gadget designers, scientists. Whatever a job called for, he had someone available to help run any given operation needed.
Adam was one of the best men he had and was willing and able to run all sorts of tests and experiments on various chemicals that came his way.
Drugs were supposed to be an easy one.
“Look, I’ve been tracking this thing for months, if not years. The first case of an overdose gone bad appeared about three years ago down in Colombia. It was in a bar. The kind of bar owned by a hotel. I kept the details as I figured it was more a cartel-gone-wrong kind of thing. Anyway, three months after that, at least ten people who went to the bar got admitted to the hospital all with the same symptoms. Fever, hallucinations, extreme pain.”
Boss shook his head. “Why are you telling me this? It sounds like a bad case of the flu or something.”
“Exactly. After this, everything goes silent until six months ago, here, in this city, ten more potential cases appear. All random. Drug dealers and users suddenly turn up at the hospital with similar symptoms. Within forty-eight hours, they’re all dead. I’ve been thinking there’s some kind of cover up to hide something, but I’ve got a feeling this is the real deal.” Adam had this big smile on his face. “It’s tainted drugs and I can tell you, whatever is the main cause in this stuff, I can’t locate it. Of course, I’ve run all the basic tox screens, but whatever is in there is hiding.”
“So this stuff is useless?” Boss asked, holding up his piece of paper. He rubbed at his temple. He was starting to get a headache. When dealing with Adam, it was always a challenge. The man got excited about chemical formulas.
All he wanted was for Maurice to arrive and give him some reprieve.
“No, it’s not useless. That is the third time I’ve tested this stuff. This is the first, and this is the second. Look at it,” he said.
Boss looked at the paperwork. “It changes?”
Adam nodded. “Yeah, it changes and believe me, I don’t know how the fuck that is. I mean, it could have something to do with exposure to oxygen, heat, sweat, I don’t know. This is a big deal, but this is some serious shit, Boss. You’re going to need to call your contacts in the police force, because if I’m right, and this stuff is