Break Night

BREAK NIGHT

John A. Rigby

Copyright 2012 John A. Rigby

Published by John A. Rigby

Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. 

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BREAK NIGHT

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Chapter 1

Wednesday 1 August 2012 22:00pm, Matamoros, Mexico

The old barn was the only building for miles around and visitors were clearly neither welcomed nor wanted. The gravel crunched loudly under the large wheels of the black BMW as it pulled to a halt outside the barn. Heavily tinted, bullet-proof windows provided the security and anonymity that the occupants craved. The two well dressed men climbed out of the car and walked through the hot night air up to the barn door. The only noises that could be heard were crickets clicking and the occasional flutter of the wings of a bird flying off.

The men rapped sharply on the rickety wooden single door and a small shutter slowly opened. A battle-scarred face peered out at the two visitors and as soon as he recognised their faces, the doorman let them in.

"Gracias Juan" said the man in charge. "Wait out here please".

"Si Signor Perez" replied the burly doorman, leaving the barn as instructed.

The two men strode into the gloomy barn, where a man sat tied and slumped forward on an old chair in the middle of the room, illuminated only by a single bulb dangling from the ceiling. His head was covered by an old and torn hessian sack.

"Well, well, well.... Commandante Cabrere. What a disappointment you have turned out to be. I have looked after you so well over these years have I not? And now...well I hear that you have been sharing information with my enemies. What is happening to Mexico's great police force these days when its senior officials cannot be trusted?" said Perez with mocking irony.

He roughly pulled the sack from the cop's head to reveal a bloodied and badly beaten face - the result of Juan's brutal handiwork. The dazed cop slowly looked up at Perez with a resigned, knowing stare and paused before snarling

"Go to hell Perez!"

Perez slowly circled the chair, his gaze constantly fixed on Cabrere. He slowly and very deliberately pulled a gold pistol from the inside pocket of his Gucci leather jacket, letting the cop get a good close look.

"I can understand a man getting greedy. Indeed I am a very greedy man myself" he said nodding his head in self agreement.

"But I cannot tolerate disloyalty and people crossing me. No, no, no... It makes me sick. And it makes me look weak which I am certainly not." said Perez now shaking his head as if to give emphasis to his words and inner thoughts.

When he abandoned these self doubts and thoughts, he was positioned directly in front of Cabrere with his back to the prisoner. He paused reflectively for a few seconds before speaking again, his voice now a mixture of anger and disappointment.

"You are probably right Cabrere, I will go to hell" he paused again before adding in a steely voice.

"But you'll be there first - you sly bastard."

Perez then spun round very fast, looked deeply into the policeman's eyes, now filled with fear and shot him twice through the forehead at point blank range.

The cop slumped forward instantly dead, blood spraying from his brow.

"Come on Luis - it is done now and I feel much better. We have work to do for our business in Florida. This is not a problem for us now and we will soon find somebody else at the delegacion who will work for us." said Perez, now in a more contented frame of mind.