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Оглавление‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
‘Of course you do.’ Maxwell Sinclair leaned closer, his menacing growl a hairsbreadth from the liar’s mottled face. ‘Twelve years isn’t long enough to wipe a repugnant act of violence from my memory and neither is it gone from yours.’
The image haunts me every day and always will.
Max pressed harder on the broken billiard stick, the polished wood rolling over the cur’s Adam’s apple to settle at the softest part of his neck. A sharp chortle followed as Ludlow gasped for breath, his face bright crimson, eyes enlarged and frantic.
‘Please. Have mercy.’ He choked out the words. ‘It wasn’t my idea. It was Pimms.’
‘An insignificant detail. You eluded me for years and now that I’ve dragged you from the hole where you hide, I’ll be damned before I waste this opportunity.’ Max shifted his weight forward. ‘You didn’t grant mercy all those years ago, now did you?’ Frustrated with the conflicted emotions pulsing in his blood and wanting to be finished, Max applied more pressure to the cue, satisfied when Ludlow sputtered a desperate guttural breath. There was no need to prolong the altercation. No one would dare step into the alley behind the disreputable gaming hell while Max conducted business. Still, he’d dirtied his hands enough.
Dropping the stick, he withdrew as the man’s eyes fluttered closed, the limp body falling to the filthy cobbles of the Whitechapel alley in a crumpled heap.
‘Dump him in the river.’ He turned without a backward glance. ‘Hell’s waiting for Mr Ludlow.’
Two men emerged from the shadows to act on the order. And so the first deed was done.
