Breaking Point
“All around, windows were shattered and woodwork was rotting. Beneath his feet, an old marble floor had been plundered and destroyed. A cold, penetrating wind swirled around the walls, cooped up and angry, unhappy at being trapped there.
Maclyn stuck his hands into his pockets and strode on. He felt the smooth metal of the gun. It was still warm. His right hand had wrapped around it as he spoke, squeezing a sense of confidence from its unquestioning loyalty. And they had known. He hadn’t mention...ed the weapon, or shown it, or even hinted at it. But the fuckers in the small warehouse behind the abandoned hotel had paid very clear attention to everything he had said. Of course, he told himself, glancing back over his shoulder, the presence of Valdek Kosonovski tended to sharpen people’s attention, helped make them sit very still and listen. Valdek lumbered after him, a practised two paces behind, his huge dark frame remaining in Maclyn’s peripheral vision like a storm cloud.
Thanks to the things Sol had told him as the fat cigars burned their inevitable way through his sinuses, he had now managed to recover most of the tobacco consignment that had been taken from him.MoreLess
Maclyn stuck his hands into his pockets and strode on. He felt the smooth metal of the gun. It was still warm. His right hand had wrapped around it as he spoke, squeezing a sense of confidence from its unquestioning loyalty. And they had known. He hadn’t mention...ed the weapon, or shown it, or even hinted at it. But the fuckers in the small warehouse behind the abandoned hotel had paid very clear attention to everything he had said. Of course, he told himself, glancing back over his shoulder, the presence of Valdek Kosonovski tended to sharpen people’s attention, helped make them sit very still and listen. Valdek lumbered after him, a practised two paces behind, his huge dark frame remaining in Maclyn’s peripheral vision like a storm cloud.
Thanks to the things Sol had told him as the fat cigars burned their inevitable way through his sinuses, he had now managed to recover most of the tobacco consignment that had been taken from him.MoreLess
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