The Executioner

Hundred and Thirty-Seven

The tires of the Type R Honda Civic screeched loudly as Hunter took the turn and sped down South Beverly Glen Boulevard. He had no time to explain, taking Garcia’s car and leaving him to call Captain Blake and run her through what had happened in Dan Tyler’s house.

Trevor Tollino called Hunter as soon as he and Mollie had disconnected.

‘Talk to me, Trevor,’ Hunter shouted, hooking his phone to the car’s speaker system. ‘Where the fuck am I going?’

‘She’s in Downey, Robert, but I still don’t have an exact location. Her phone only came back onto the grid a few minutes ago, but the good news is that it’s still on. If it stays that way for another ten to fifteen minutes, with the phone’s GPS I’ll get you to within five feet of her.’

From San Diego Freeway Hunter took the exit onto I-105 East and joined Glenn M Anderson Freeway doing ninety miles an hour.

‘Trevor, how’re we doing? I’ll be in Downey in a couple of minutes.’

‘Almost there, almost there. Somewhere in Stewart and Gray Road. Do you need directions?’

‘No, I know the road. What I need is an address.’

Hunter’s left arm burned with a sickening pain. The bullet had cut through his triceps, so any arm extending movement was pure agony. He’d driven most of the way using only his right arm.

‘I got it, Robert,’ Trevor’s husky voice came through the speakers. ‘9160 Stewart and Gray Road. It’s a complex comprised of seven buildings called Villa Downey Apartments. The signal is coming from the second building on the right as you drive into the parking lot from the main road. Second-floor apartment on the farmost end of the block.’

By the time Hunter turned into the road, rain was coming down in blinding sheets. ‘I’m right on top of it. Get me some backup, Trevor.’

The improvised tourniquet Garcia had tied around his arm had loosened and Hunter was bleeding again. Pausing to use his teeth and right hand, he retightened the knot as best as he could. The piercing pain sucked the air out of his lungs and everything spun for an instant.

The second-floor corridor was long, narrow, eerily silent and in darkness. All the lights had been smashed. Hunter had no time to wait for the backup. Gun in hand, he moved down the corridor as cautiously and fast as he could. At the end of it, he tried the door Trevor had indicated – unlocked. He slowly pushed it open with the barrel of his weapon. From outside, he hooked his hand around the door frame, searching for the light switch. When he found it, he flicked it up and down a few times – still darkness.

Shit!

He had two options: put up with the pain of a torn triceps and use his pencil flashlight, or take his chances in a pitch-black apartment. Hunter gritted his teeth while inhaling a long, deep breath. Flashlight at the ready, he stepped inside.

The living room was small and sparsely furnished, but with enough hidden corners to set alarm bells ringing. From the entrance, Hunter noticed an open-plan kitchen and a short corridor that led to a closed door. He needed to check those hidden corners before proceeding. Tightening his grip around his weapon, he moved forward watchfully. He’d taken only a couple of steps when something made him stop dead. He picked up a heavy metallic scent and his heart sank. He knew that odor extremely well.

Blood.

From the strength of the smell he knew there was a lot of it. He spun around slowly, the beam of his flashlight searching everywhere. He almost choked when he finally saw her.

‘Oh God, no.’

She was naked and kneeling against the corner. Her breasts and abdomen covered in blood that’d cascaded from her slit throat.