Page 45 of Wild Temple
We cleared the closet, but there was no sign of her.
JD slipped out of the room, and we cleared the other two guest rooms upstairs, but found nothing.
After our previous encounters, maybe Caspian was low on staff. I knew at least three of them needed body bags.
We took the switchback staircase below. It dumped us off in the living room. The guy was still crashed out on the couch.
JD and I advanced, clearing the corners.
The TV flickered, casting a cool glow across the room.
With my pistol against the scumbag's head, I said, “Wake up, asshole!”
He snorted, shook, and peeled his eyes open.
“Make a sound, and I’ll blow your head off,” I hissed.
Jack hustled around the couch and lifted the guy’s pistol from a shoulder holster.
“Where’s the girl?” I demanded in a low growl.
“What girl? What are you talking about?”
By his English and lack of an accent, he was an American.
I cracked him in the back of the head with the grip of my pistol. It opened a nice gash, and blood seeped through his short, dark hair.
He winced with pain. “Ow! What’d you do that for?”
“I’m not playing games with you,” I hissed.
“I don’t know. They took her.”
“Who took her?”
“Caspian and Vlad.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m nobody. I’m just looking after the place.”
“Bullshit.” I smacked his head again.
“Ow! Seriously, stop that!”
“Where did they take her?”
The dirtbag hesitated.
I cracked him again.
By this time, the blood had trickled through his hair, run down his neck, and stained the collar of his white dress shirt.
“Man, you’re gonna give me brain damage.”
“You’re going to get a whole lot worse than that if you don’t start answering my questions.”
JD kept his weapon aimed at the dirtbag.
