Page 103 of Turn the Tide
He ran around the hood of the car in case the man tried anything stupid, grabbed his arm, and marched him around the side of the building, out of view of the road.
“Where are you taking me?” the man squeaked.
Freddie smacked him with the gun again for asking stupid questions. He couldn’t believe she wasn’t here. Where had she gone? A red haze crept over his vision, and he tucked the gun behind his back and punched the man in the face. The man tried to back away and covered his face as blood ran from his nose, but Freddie was having none of that. His plan had been thwarted, and someone had to pay.
All the time he’d spent working out in the prison yard was coming in handy. It didn’t take but a few minutes before the driver crumpled at his feet, begging for mercy.
Freddie couldn’t be bothered hauling him to his feet so he could keep beating him, so he settled for kicking his ribs instead.
Once he’d taken the edge off his rage, he climbed behind the wheel of the car and spun out of the parking lot.
Mama T would tell him where Patty was hiding.
Or she’d die.
