Calgary, Alberta, Canada
HEADLIGHTS OFF, THE VAN STOPPED IN FRONT OF THE house. Two men got out and slid balaclava’s over their faces. Pistols at their sides, they ran to the front door. One of the men, tall and built like a tank, kicked the door with a heavy boot. The door swung open. They rushed inside, moving quickly through the living room to the kitchen. A man and a woman sat at a small table in the kitchen staring back, wide-eyed. The man opened a drawer beside him and reached inside.
“I wouldn’t do that, Russ,” the big man said.
“What do you want?” Russ pulled the woman off her chair and eased her behind him.
“It’s about what you did to us.” “I didn’t do nothin’.”
The big man laughed. “You know exactly what you did. We thought you’d get the message when your brother disappeared.”
“You don’t scare me.”
“Well, we should.” The big man nodded at his partner who took two steps and swung the butt of his pistol, connecting with against Russ’s head. Russ dropped to his knees. The partner kicked him in the ribs, then rolled Russ onto his face and applied plastic fasteners to his wrists. They jerked him to his feet and shoved him against the fridge. The big man walked to the woman.
“Russ, you got a mighty ﬁne lady here. Too good for you.” He tore her blouse. “Yup, too ﬁne for you.” He spun her around until she was bent over the counter then put plastic fasteners on her wrists.
“Let her go,” Russ shouted. “She’s got nothing to do with this. Let her go . . .”
A baby cried.
“Ah, isn’t that nice,” the big guy said. “You two playing house.” He grabbed the woman’s hair and pulled her upright.
“Where’s the kid?”
“No, please . . .” she begged.
The big guy pushed her toward the sound of crying. His partner pushed Russ along behind. The baby stood in his crib, screaming now.
“Both of you, kneel.” When Russ attempted to ﬁght, the big guy punched him in the head. Russ slumped next to the woman.
“Face the crib,” the big guy said. “Time for you three to go to Hell.” Two gunshots echoed throughout the small room and the woman fell over.
“No!” Russ screamed. Two more shots silenced him.
“What about the baby?” “We’s told to kill Russ and his piece of ass,” the big guy said. “That’s it. Leave the kid.”
“Won’t it get hungry or something?” “Like I give a shit.”
The big guy turned toward the door. A teenage girl stood in the doorway, her hands over her mouth. “Well, what do we have here?”
Wolfman’s Back (The Third in the Bard Coulter Series)
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