Singapore Sling Shot - Andrew Grant [136]
Thomas Lu’s eyes snapped open as I arrived at the edge of the bath.
“Greetings, Mr Lu, and you too, Kaylin. So pleased to find you both here and enjoying yourself.”
“Thomas, I never knew you had it in you.” Sami was at my shoulder, the muzzle of his Browning aimed directly at Lu’s open mouth.
Kaylin had stopped pleasuring Lu and was staring at us, her face going the colour of chalk under the glow from the spa. She looked as if she were building to scream. I pushed the head of my stun gun into the water and pressed the go button.
The stun gun crackled and buzzed. The static tableaux in the water suddenly became very mobile. One could even say the motion was frenzied. Kaylin’s body jerked and fell backwards into the rolling water, while Lu’s long frame contracted into a fetal position and rolled off the seat into the water.
“That works,” I said to Sami.
“Very effective,” he agreed. “K has the watch!”
“Leave her in the water. She accidentally drowns and remorseful Thomas Lu commits suicide. Another take to be considered,” I suggested. Lu’s face came above the surface of the water. He gasped in air. Kaylin was also gaining some control of her limbs. She heaved herself upwards like a breaching whale to stand swaying, waist deep in the water. She coughed out water and then pulled in a deep breath. I put the head of my stun gun back into the water and pressed the button. Both of them vanished back under the water, limbs thrashing.
“I could get to enjoy this.”
“Yes, Daniel. But let’s get it over with.”
“You’re right, of course!” I carefully wiped the stun gun dry on my overall and pocketed it for the moment. I didn’t want to experience any reverse blast if I got my glove wet.
Was I a sadist? Perhaps I was, at least I was as far as seeking revenge for my dead Simone, and for Jo, and all those who’d died at the cemetery. The kids especially. I was enjoying bringing the pain and the understanding that death was just around the corner to Lu and to the cold-hearted bitch in the spa with him.
Sami holstered his gun, as did I. They weren’t needed at the moment. Lu was back on the surface of the bath and breathing heavily. The good thing about mullet-style haircuts is that they provide a very good handle in a fight, or in this case as a lever to get Lu out of the spa. I grabbed a handful of hair and simply pulled him out of the bath and over the edge, letting him go when he hit the rubberised mat on the floor.
There he was in the ugly, naked flesh. The man who had killed Simone and all the others. He lay on the floor gasping for breath, terrified, his eyes bulging out of his head. He was skinny, almost a stick insect, and he was as pale as a corpse. His penis had wilted. That was understandable—50,000 volts will do that to you every time. Lu opened his mouth, whether to beg or shout I had no idea. Sami leaned down and pushed his stun gun into Lu’s groin. Thomas Lu would have screamed his agony if he had been able.
“You’re sinking to my level,” I told him.
“Sometimes one just can’t help oneself, Daniel.”
I looked into the spa. Kaylin had come to the surface. She lay there, face up, her eyes wide, her mouth working on words and breath. The plea was coming and I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want her to have another breath.
“Excuse me for a moment,” I said to Sami as I put my gloved hand over the woman’s face and pushed her head under the water. Her hands grabbed at my wrists and her legs kicked wildly, but I held on, and on, and on, and finally there was a big burst of bubbles and her struggles ceased. The hands fell from my wrists, but I continued to hold Kaylin under the water until I was sure she was dead.
Meanwhile, Sami had called K. There was still no sign of life inside the penthouse. No doubt there were people in the foyer on the other side of the building and we knew about all the other troops. However, Lu’s desire for total privacy in his impenetrable luxury nest was leading to his downfall.
Satisfied that Kaylin was no longer in the land