Rusty Nail

CHAPTER 48

PHIN IS LIGHT-HEADED. He figures he’s lost at least two pints of blood, probably more. Even a slight movement in his wrists sends ripples of agony up his arms.

But the wire is bending. He can feel it.

“How you doing, Harry Harry?”

“I’m ecstatic. After all, it’s my wedding day.”

“Don’t feel bad. All marriages start out a little rocky.”

Harry snorts. “When I asked for her hand in marriage, I didn’t expect her to cut mine off.”

Phin grimaces, the wire grinding against exposed tendons. But he’s got almost a full inch of play now. Just a little bit more and he’ll be able to get his hand free.

“What was I thinking, Phin? That a woman like Holly would marry me. She’s beautiful, smart, sexy…”

“A lunatic.”

“We all have our little faults. You know what the sad part is? I didn’t even see it coming. I was all caught up in myself, and I never stopped and questioned what was going on.”

“It happens, McGlade. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

“I had no clue. Not one. We talked. We laughed. Even the sex was good. I mean, I’m no porn star, but what I lack in size I make up for in speed.”

Phin offers a weak chuckle. He pulls hard, trying to slide his right hand out of the wire. His wrist is slick with blood, and he’s got his binding almost up to his thumb.

“But it seemed genuine. For that thirty seconds, she really seemed to be enjoying herself.”

“You lasted thirty seconds? What are you, Superman?”

Harry laughs, but it comes out forced. “Okay, maybe I was inflating the numbers a little bit to impress you. But that’s not the point. The point is, I was so wrapped up in myself, I had no idea I was marrying a crazy woman who wanted to kill me.”

Phin grunts in pain. He’s almost there. “Self-delusion is a powerful thing, Harry.”

“Except my self-delusion killed us both.”

“Try to stay positive.”

“I am positive. I’m positive we’re both going to die.”

“We’re not dead yet. And I think I’ve got something to make you feel a little better.”

“Nothing can make me feel better. Except maybe killing that damn rat who ate all of my damn fingers.”

“This will.”

Phin yells, tugging as hard as he can, and his battered wrist pops out of the wire.

He’s free.

Phin brings his hands around and looks at his wrists.

Ugly. Most suicides looked better.

“Phin? Are you okay?”

Phin tugs off his tie, wraps it around his right wrist, and ties a knot using his teeth.

“I got my hands free. I’m working on my legs.”

He takes off his shirt next, winding it around his left wrist, trying to stop the blood. Then he digs into his cowboy boot, and pulls out the Kabar folding knife he keeps strapped to his calf. It’s a seriously tough piece of hardware, with a three-inch serrated steel blade that can cut through a car door.

Phin slips the blade between the wire and his ankle and twists. The heavy gauge wire breaks with a ping sound.

“Phin? How you doing, man? Let me tell you, if you get us out of here, you’ll be my best friend in the whole world.”

Phin switches legs, prying at the wire. “That’s okay, Harry. I’ll help you anyway.”

The second wire snaps free, and Phin gets to his feet. He’s dizzy, but exhilarated. He turns around, looks at Harry.

The poor guy’s hand looks like a well-done filet mignon.

“You free?”

“I’m free.”

“Phin, you magnificent bastard! I love you. I’m going to make you a character on Fatal Autonomy. I think Ricky Schroder is looking for work.”

“What the hell does Fatal Autonomy mean, anyway?”

“I dunno. The network thought it sounded cool. How’s my hand look?”

“Like it should have a baked potato right next to it.”

“Hurry up and cut me free. And get this filthy rusty brush out of my leg. I can feel the lockjaw setting in.”

Phin takes a step toward McGlade, then hears a car pull into the docking bay.

Holly’s back.

He goes to the table, looking for a gun. There’s plenty of reloading equipment: scales, empty shells, lead ingots, a bullet mold, even some baton rounds. But no guns.

The garage door opens.

Phin considers facing her head-on. But he’s weak, and woozy, and only armed with a knife. Holly is a martial arts champ and probably armed to the teeth.

Still, he has to try.

“I’m going to try and stop her, Harry.”

“Can you cut me loose first?”

“No time.”

“At least pull out these nails. Phin!”

Phin grips the Kabar in his weakening hand and quickly locates a good place of attack.

“Stay quiet, Harry Harry. This will all work out.”

But the words feel like a lie leaving his mouth.