Deadly Games - Cate Noble [102]
“I’d rather be extradited!” Edguardo snarled.
Travis nodded. “You cooperate with us and we can arrange that. He’s all yours, Rocco.”
Rocco listened as Edguardo called Harry, or Bob Munson, as Edguardo knew him.
“I have Senor Brown,” Edguardo told Harry. “He wasn’t happy to see me.”
“No bugs or wires?” Harry asked.
“Looks clean. I watched his room a while before I went in and I’ve been driving now with no tails.”
“Come on back,” Harry said. “Tell Ian I’m looking forward to meeting him at last.”
Edguardo gave Rocco the address and a sketch of the floor plan, then rode with the Mexican agents and Rey Salvador.
Rocco and Dante drove Edguardo’s car to the location. As soon as they had word that Travis and Max had the front and rear doors covered, Rocco pulled up the street and pressed the garage door opener. As soon as Rocco parked, they climbed out of the car.
“Ready?” Rocco had his gun out.
Dante nodded as he opened the door leading into the house. They rushed inside together, a move they’d done a hundred times before.
“About time.” Harry came around the corner and into the kitchen.
“Freeze!” Rocco shouted.
Harry darted out of sight before Rocco could fire a shot.
“Give it up, Harry.” Rocco eased toward the corner. “We’ve got the place surrounded.”
“Rocco!” Gena called out from another room. “He said for you to come in alone.”
Dante shook his head. “He’ll blow you away.”
Gena screamed.
“I’m coming in.” Rocco tucked his gun at his back and stepped around the corner with his hands raised.
Gena was seated in a straight-backed chair, her hands and ankles bound. She wore a white bathrobe. He noted the bruises at her neck.
Harry stood behind her, a gun pointed at her head. “You really want to risk her life?”
“You won’t make it out of here alive,” Rocco warned.
“I’m counting on it. You really think I want to be taken alive? You know what they’ll do to me?”
“Keep him talking,” Travis Franks’s voice said through Rocco’s earpiece.
“Do you think you deserve anything less?” Rocco said. “You’re a traitor!”
Harry laughed. “If you’re trying to piss me off, you can stop. I’m finished, and we both know it. This is my last hurrah.”
“You always were a cowardly SOB,” Rocco said. “It’s one reason we never got along.”
“No! Kerri Ford was the reason we never got along.”
Rocco tried to recall who Kerri Ford was. The name was familiar, but he wasn’t sure why.
“Kerri Ford,” Rocco repeated.Come on, Travis, give me a hint.
“Jesus Christ. You don’t remember Kerri?” Harry tightened his grip on Gena’s shoulder, causing her to flinch in pain. “See, Gena. I told you that he was a male whore—that he’d fuck anything. Kerri Ford worked at the Blue Halo in Phoenix.”
Rocco did remember Kerri. Blond, big smile. Big flirt. Harry had talked about her all the time. Until she died.
“I remember Kerri,” Rocco said. “Sweet girl. No one believed she was the type to commit suicide.”
“I wanted to marry her,” Harry said. “And then you had to ask her out. She was sure you loved her because you’d slept with her. And you don’t even remember her name!”
“Max will take him out when he moves clear of Gena,” Travis said in Rocco’s ear.
“How did it feel when I stole Gena?” Harry said. “Too bad you were never around to see our game.”
“You mean the one where you beat her, Harry? Nice game.”
“Even that lost its fun,” Harry said. “Because you were gone. Hell, you weaseled out of everything.”
“Sometimes things don’t work out like we plan.”
“No shit. Do you think you could have survived what Dante and Max went through? You were supposed to be on that mission, not Max! It should have been you!” Harry leaned lower, closer to Gena. “Tell him good-bye, princess.” Then he pressed his lips to Gena’s temple and kissed her.
“Fuck you, Harry,” Gena said as she slammed her head backward, straight into Harry’s nose. He jerked away, screaming and swearing.
Rocco fired his gun. Harry fell backward with the force of the shot.