Private - James Patterson [27]
She typed to Lamar: “OK. C U soon.”
Then she called home, said, “I’m stopping for a slice and a Coke. You can practically see the place from the kitchen window. I’ll have Lamar walk me home, okay?”
Marg rehearsed her attitude, her mind focused on how she’d remember everything she and Lamar said to each other so she could tell her BFF Tonya all about it when she got home. She grinned to herself just thinking about that.
She headed to get her vampire movie. She started off walking, but then she began to skip.
Chapter 36
A BLACK HYUNDAI van with a cable TV logo on the side cruised the streets of Los Feliz.
“I’ve got your pigeon on the grid,” Morbid said to the guy sitting next to him in the back. “She just left her house. She’s going to bite. She’s going down.”
“I’m ready,” said Jason Pilser in his role as Scylla. A freakin’ Greek monster. Six heads. “Let me do this. She’s all mine, right?”
Morbid gave the keyboard to Scylla, who watched the tracking icon that stood for Marguerite Esperanza as it traveled across the GPS map.
Scylla tapped on the keys, sending a text message to Marguerite using the name of this guy, Lamar, who’d been texting Marguerite for a couple of weeks.
And Marguerite was answering.
After some dialogue and a change of mind, she said yes. She’d meet “Lamar” at Pizza Hut.
Scylla felt the sweat gather at his hairline. He patted his jacket pocket, put on his fresh gloves.
He listened in on Marguerite’s call to her grandma over the speaker, and when she’d told her good-bye, Steemcleena parked the van on Rowena. Maybe twenty yards from the pizzeria. No more than that.
Scylla watched Marguerite’s icon on the GPS grid close in on the icon for the van. He looked through the dark glass of the side window as the girl came up the sidewalk past the stationery store.
“She’s a babe,” he said.
“And she’s all yours, Scylla. She’s your babe. Think you can handle her?”
For a few seconds Marguerite would be between the dry cleaner and the van, like an eclipse of the moon.
“Scylla. Go,” Morbid said. “Go now.”
Scylla pulled open the van door and got his first good look at the target. The girl was bigger than he’d thought.
She was at least five ten and looked ripped. With only seconds to make his decision, Scylla leaped to the sidewalk, came up behind her, and threw a cloth bag over her head, cinching the drawstring.
She screamed incredibly loud, and she fought back too.
Scylla clapped his hand over her mouth. He was so filled with adrenaline, it took nothing for him and Morbid to lift her off the sidewalk and throw her into the back of the van.
Morbid slammed the doors closed and slapped the divider to signal Steem to go, go. Then he and Scylla threw their bodies on top of the struggling girl.
“Gotcha,” Scylla said. “Now be a good girl.”
Morbid yelled at her, “If you shut the hell up, we’ll give you a chance to win.”
Scylla’s mouth was dry. He was so pumped. Even if he wanted to, there was no backing out now.
“What do you mean?” she asked. “Give me a chance to win what?”
Chapter 37
THERE WAS A screech of brakes as the black van jerked to a halt. The doors ground open, and Scylla and Morbid hoisted the girl out by her long arms and legs. They carried her quickly away from the street and tossed her to the ground.
Suddenly she was a blur as she pulled off the hood and got to her feet in one startlingly fast movement. She lashed out to clear the space around her and faced Scylla, who was in a wrestling crouch only a body’s length away.
He grinned, a ski mask covering most of his face. She was nothing like the combatants he’d faced on Commandos of Doom. Her reality was startling and exciting, but most of all, it was a challenge.
“Hey, Tigerpuss. Here, kitty kitty,” he said to the girl.
“Who are you?” Marguerite screamed back at him.
“I’m the one who’s going to test you,” Scylla said. “It’s me against you, Marguerite.”
The girl looked around, and Scylla saw