Aren’t Ya Gonna Shoot Him?
- Either way, I am quickly losing faith in the Deutschepost.
- wanted the reader to be kidnapped
- “You appear to be astonished,”
- I will deliver it by hand.
- taken in by a pair of handsome con artists
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“Aren’t ya gonna shoot him?” Tessa asked.
John smirked harder, then turned a softer smile her way. “It’ll be more fun if I don’t, babe.” He kissed her.
I turned away, the sight of that smooch worse than my own imminent demise. I looked over at the old pilings, where the high-tide level was marked by the sudden absence of snaggletoothed masses of mussels and barnacles. That level was at least a foot over my head. Shit. Each lazy swell rode higher up my torso, soon they’d be lapping my chin like cold, fishy-smelling Saint Bernards.
“You appear to be astonished,” John said. “Didn’t you know what I was planning?”
“Tessa,” I said, “you don’t want to see this. Make him put you ashore.”
She shook her auburn head, smiling playfully and winking. Shit.
“John, this is stupid,” I tried. “It’s like sending a ransom note when you wanted the reader to be kidnapped. How are you going to pull this off without me?”
“I have the map, moron!” John called.
I shrugged. “Unless you don’t.” I always was the better poker player. “I knew you had the combination to that safe, so I took some precautions. Of course, now I don’t know if the original made it back to me, or if the phony was misdirected.” Another shrug. “Either way, I am quickly losing faith in the Deutschepost.”
John laughed. “Nice try,” he said.
Tessa huffed and folded her arms, buoying her cleavage like the inflatable speedboat she sat in. “Why’d I hafta get taken in by a pair of handsome con artists? It’s gettin’ cold out here, John, just shoot him already.”
John grumbled, but to my horror he raised the harpoon gun and took careful aim.
Click. The weapon didn’t fire.
“Run for it!” Tessa yelled.
I started hauling myself backwards, dragging the blocks chained to my feet, fighting the undertow. John tried the gun two more times, then snarled coldly, “I will deliver it by hand.” He slid the long projectile from the barrel and started the zodiac’s motor.
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I’m going to add a tag to this and the first one so it’s clear they go together. I think I’ll go with “tune in next time.”