Fifty-to-One (Hard Case Crime Novels)

Ah, yet you recognize i will be able to, I see it on your eyes. solid woman. I make you a deal: You inform me who robbed me and if it’s now not him, I permit him cross. ” “I informed you, I don’t be aware of. ” Mitch gripped Monge through the elbows and Nicolazzo drew the blade flippantly opposed to his chin. a skinny line of blood shaped. “Stop it! ” Tricia stated. “Tell me who did it,” Nicolazzo stated, “and I’ll cease. ” “All right,” Tricia stated desperately. She pointed at Mitch. “He did it. Mitch did. With Bruno. They did it jointly. It used to be them. I didn’t are looking to let you know with him within the room, however it used to be the 2 of them. ” “Boss, it’s now not true—” Mitch acknowledged. “Of direction not,” Nicolazzo advised him. To Tricia he acknowledged, “Enough. I lose persistence. You’ll inform me what i need to grasp or say see you later in your boyfriend right here. ” He nicked Robbie back, underneath the ear this time. “He’s now not my boyfriend! ” “Who robbed me? ” “I don’t understand! ” “You don’t think i'm going to do it,” Nicolazzo stated. “It’s too undesirable. subsequent time you are going to. ” He regarded within the doomed man’s eyes. “Stronzo. I’ve desired to do that because the marriage ceremony. ” And switching to an overhand grip, he buried the blade in Monge’s chest. “No,” Tricia shouted, and ran to him, yet Nicolazzo grabbed her, his hands like metal bands round her chest, his bulk an impassable quandary. Mitch permit Monge’s physique down slowly to the ground, the place his blood spilled onto a round throw rug that just about regarded as though it have been positioned there for the aim of catching it. He pulled the knife out of Monge’s shuddering chest, wiped it off with a handkerchief, and made it disappear inside of his jacket. “Now we ship you right down to the cellar, to think,” Nicolazzo stated, his breath scorching opposed to her face. “You consider carefully to your outdated Uncle, eh? you come with solutions, my pricey, or extra of your folks will die. You don’t wish that, do you? ” Tricia felt her belly heave. How had every little thing long gone so extraordinarily incorrect? Nicolazzo driven her into Mitch’s fingers. “Take her downstairs,” he acknowledged. “Put her in with the boxer, no longer with Borden or the opposite lady. I don’t wish them hatching any schemes jointly. ” He wiped his hands opposed to the seat of his pants. “Then get back and—” he waved a hand at his employee’s physique, on the bloody rug “—clean this up. ” “Yes, sir,” Mitch acknowledged. Nicolazzo raised a finger and wagged it in stern correction. “What’s this ‘sir’? ” he stated. “Yes, Uncle. ” thirteen. The Colorado child The boxer, Tricia proposal as Mitch led her downstairs, the burlap sack over her head once again. That’s what he’d stated: placed her in with the boxer. It wouldn’t be Stella—it needed to be the opposite one, this Colleen King. The Colorado child. one other blameless, dragged into this for no cause. until, in fact— except she was once the one that had robbed where. except she’d pumped Stella for info in regards to the e-book and determined to hold out the heist she’d heard defined. yet how may that be? an individual who proposal the ebook was once a real tale might have notion the theft had already taken place—and a person who proposal it used to be fiction could haven't any cause to imagine the plan would really paintings.