Audiobook - An Unlikely Beginning
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Peter stopped with a jerk. The raspy noise of weapons sliding out of holsters. The distinct click of the gun hammers and the smiles he imagined on his captors faces made his blood run cold. He figured as much. They weren't going to let him walk out of here, his backstage ramrod straight and he stood perfectly still. I thought you said I was your guest. Did you not understand what I said? I did not shoot your man. Sapele e walked around to face Peter, putting them almost nose to nose. No, I say you did. The whiskey on Sapele Ease Breath Almost made him gag, but he fought off the urge to flinch. I guess we have a problem then. Well, I guess we do. Sapele e answered the air smelled of booze, cigars and gunmetal and the room shrink. As hostility grew, the silence continued. Neither man willing to give in to the standoff. You want me to plug in? Boss moves finally broke. The tension is a Pelley laughed. The spell dissolved. No, there ain't gonna be no killing just yet. His gaze fixed on Adams. The good camped in here is gonna take him under his wing. I need runners. Kirby and Adams are dispensable ous, far as I'm concerned because of them, I am a man short. Adams came forward, the gun still in his hand, cocked and ready to fire me. You said I could go if I delivered Kirby. Well, here he is. Put the gun away, Adam's before Moose puts a hole in your you'll go. When I say you go, you ain't running the show. You got a lot to learn about how this operation works. He jerked his head toward Moose, taken both upstairs and Luckman moves wave The weapon at Adam's pushed Peter toward the door and waited until the two men were both in the doorway. Za Pelley gave last minute instructions. We moved tonight. Give Fanny to bring them some grub. Brief him on the operation. Then it's lights out until midnight. Right? Boss Peter noticed Adams was visibly shaken. Moves had grabbed Adams gun and stuck it in his jacket. The captain turned white and stumbled as they climbed the stairs. Moose put them both in an upstairs room, two bunks, one grimy window in a bare light bulb dangling from the ceiling. This isn't the room I had before Moose Adams stood in the doorway and glanced around. That's right, Cappy. You on curb your gonna bunk together? Easier to keep an eye in the two of you. Most moved him inside. Peter followed Adams, silent. Taking in the surroundings. There isn't going to be much chance of escape. Fanny will be open a few shakes. Make yourself comfy. We'll be back in an hour. Most shut and locked the door. Looks like we're in this together. Adams. Peter walked around the room hoping to spot anything to aid in an escape. Shut up, Kirby. If it wasn't for you, I'd be out of this mess. Adam shot back. You seem to have a short memory. I wasn't the one who pointed a gun at Mrs Squire. I wasn't even there. It appears you have a neck for bad judgment. Peter sat down on the rickety bunk against the wall. Guess this one is mine. How can you be so cavalier? They will probably never let us out of here. Sure. I made a mistake. I really love Priscilla. All those years ago, he paced like a nervous can't around the room. I was young. He paused and looked out the filthy window. She was so beautiful. Then hard to resist. He blinked and glared At Peter. You would have done the same thing. Women can cast a spell on the man. I almost think they're devils. Whoa there, Adams. Don't lump me into that category. I've had plenty of opportunity with Ruth. I respect her too much to treat her like that.