Debts - An Extended Excerpt from "War Angel"

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Excerpt taken from

"War Angel"

CHAPTER 26-Debts

The air inside the warehouse was musty, dusty and stale, as if nothing much had stirred there for a very long time. The only sign that said otherwise were the fresh footprints in the grey soot on the ground along with the drag marks that accompanied them. Slowly Lenox moved forward, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. Unsure of what waited for him, he didn’t dare turn on the overhead lights. The feeling that he was being watched made him draw his knife. Carmen hadn’t given him a gun because all he was supposed to do was kidnap a dog. In the dark, dead, silence of the abandoned warehouse, he wished that he had one. The shadows seemed menacing and alive, creeping at his back, clawing at him. A flock of pigeons that must have found their way in through some broken window startled him as they flew past his face in a frenzy of feathers. That unexpected distraction was why he didn’t hear the footsteps behind him. However, he did feel the business end of the twelve gauge shotgun pressed against his back.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Hector asked.

“Where’s the woman?” Lenox growled back.

“What woman?” Hector asked.

“Mrs. Wright…CJ Wright’s wife. You tied up the rest of the family and left them for me to find but you took the woman. Where is she?” Lenox yelled.

“None of your fucking business. Now get the fuck out and go home before I blow a hole in you,” Hector warned him.

Lenox turned around slowly, put his hand on the end of Hector’s shotgun and turned it away.

“You won’t shoot me. You can’t shoot me, even if you want to. Carmen’s not done with me…at least not yet. Now, where’s the woman?”

For a few moments, Hector didn’t answer, at war with himself and insanely tempted to blast Lenox’s head right off of his shoulders. He could shoot him, dump the body somewhere and give Carmen any excuse out of millions that he could come up with but, he knew that she wouldn’t believe any of his stories. She was too skilled of a liar herself to be fooled.

“You sure you want to see her?” Hector asked, shouldering the shotgun.

“Yes,” Lenox answered, unsettled by the satisfied smile on Hector’s face.

“Follow me,” said Hector.

Lenox began to regret not bringing a gun with him more and more by the second as he walked behind Hector in the dark warehouse. He felt claustrophobic despite the high ceilings. The dust-covered, crumbling boxes stacked high on the shelves on either side of them seemed as if they could collapse and bury them at any time. Up on the second tier, spider web-covered machinery leered down on them like malformed tin men, broken, abandoned and long forgotten. Hector stopped at the back of the warehouse where the building seemed to end.

“She’s in there,” he said, pointing to a grey door in front of them.

Lenox remembered the last time he was led to a back room and how unpleasantly things had ended. All the same, he had come too far to turn back. The memory of a little boy who mistook him for a superhero and a little girl who asked if he was an angel gave him the courage to keep going. He turned the doorknob and stepped inside. He was not prepared for what he would find.

Regular, white candles on the floor lit the room. The shadows on the wall shook as the draft from the open door blew kisses to the flames at the end of their wicks. An old wooden desk sat in the middle of the room, still covered with yellowed papers that must have held importance once. Tall, grey file cabinets whose drawers were filled with forgotten documents sat like sentries on opposite walls. In every corner of the room were cobwebs that had been long abandoned by the spiders that had spun them but still held the carcasses of dead bugs. Lenox walked deeper into the room and on the other side of the desk, he found who he was looking for although she appeared to be only a shell of the vibrant woman he had seen in the family pictures on the walls at the Wright’s house. She was gagged, and tied up with duct tape, the same way that Lenox had discovered the rest of her family except she was unconscious on the ground, curled up in a fetal position on top of an old, piss-stained mattress. Next to her on the bare ground were syringes and judging by the needle marks in her arm, Lenox could guess what Hector had been up to.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why? Why would you do something like this?” Lenox asked, disgusted.

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