Chapter 41
20 Pieces of Silver
-- New York City --
How does it feel?
To set a trap only to realize at the last moment that you’ve become the bait and the trap you’ve constructed snares you and not what you seek?
I am what you seek.
ou had me.
In your arms.
Then you let me slip through your fingers.
Do you yet know who put you in your own trap? Do you know who betrayed you?
Of course you don’t.
How does it feel to be...
...a blind man?
--
The blind man stared out of unseeing eyes at the floor of his cell. He no longer thought of red eyes or friends or a possible victory. He felt only failure, a failure so personal, so devastating it left him with but one option, surrender.
He heard a moan from somewhere in the pitch black. Someone stirred beside him, chain scraping on the floor. Whoever it was, struggled to rise off the floor then gave up, breathing heavily.
“Did they get Peter?” Irina rasped from the darkness.
Peter.
The Blind Man raised his head and blinked in the darkness.
Peter, peter pumpkin eater.
It had been in front of him the entire time.
Maybe I should stay for one more round.
Roland lowered his head and closed his eyes.
“Get some rest, Irina,” he uttered. “They’ll be here for us soon.”
--
Peter Rheinhorst ducked under the flying horse as the searchlight from the Harbor Patrol boat swept over the shore. He’d run to the water through the Brooklyn Bridge Park and sheltered in Jane’s Carousel. A short sprint and he’d be safe in the waters of the East River.
The beam from the roving searchlight cast eerie shadows among the winged horses, Zebras and elephants. He kept his head down and his eyes pealed for any incursion, human or redeye, from the direction of the warehouse. Gunfire rang out in occasional bursts.
Who got out?
Peter remembered Roland charging out of their position just as the world came apart. The wall blew in behind him and he’d been knocked to the ground, stunned.
I got out...but how?
He saw a shadow separate from the trees and move toward the carousel across the grass of the park. His MP5 had a full clip.
Bring it fucker.
It moved gracefully, probably a female.
Let’s dance.
Peter prepared to fire then hesitated.
What the hell?
No red eyes glared at him.
Maria?
Peter froze, unsure.
“Hello, Peter.”
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