“Ouch!” Heather tried to push away from the desk in reaction to the sharp pain.
Wargul remained where he was, not sure if he heard her right or not. “What did you say, Hon?”
Heather’s movements to break free of her lover merely hastened the drug’s effect, rendering her unconscious seconds later, her last sound a sleepy groan. Wargul massaged the unconscious Heather’s shoulders, while straightening slightly, still coupled to her.
“Oh baby, that was the best.” Brook smacked Heather on the butt, grinning at her completely relaxed state. “Wore you out, huh?”
The stun-gun electrodes catapulted Wargul against the desk, and then into a vibrating heap on the floor. Nick roughly dragged him into an office chair with armrests. As Wargul tried to keep from passing out, Nick duct taped him into place on the chair at his wrists, ankles, knees, and chest. He stuffed a small ball into Brook’s mouth, and sealed it with another piece of duct tape. Nick checked Heather’s pulse before transferring a white cardboard sign with newspaper clipping headline letters reading ‘ADULTERESS!’ from his briefcase onto her back.
“That’s cold, Muerto!”
“If you’re offended, Payaso, look away and do your job of watching for building security. The sign will give the cops numerous other false avenues to follow.”
Nick slapped Wargul into coherent thought with light, sharp, smacks. When Wargul was fully aware of his surroundings, with wide staring eyes, and blubbering speech, Nick waved a hand in front of his face.
“Hi, Brook. Your days of dealing with terrorists are now over. I know you’ve been doing naughty things, passing your client Uthman Sadun’s notes to Milton Formsby, and Pence Didricson as a traitorous gopher. I have only one question for you; but first, I need to let you know I’m like a human lie detector. I’ll notice what we call ‘tells’ you won’t even know you’re doing. Then the bad times start happening, like this.”
Nick stun-gunned Wargul’s balls. The man jackknifed against his restraints, the intense high pitched squeal emitted in an unending sound of horror around the ball in his mouth. Once the pain subsided, Nick leaned down to stare into Brook’s eyes. “Did you get the message of what will happen if I detect any lie at all?”
A violent up and down affirmation of his head indicated Wargul’s complete understanding.
“Good, because if I detect a lie, the ball goes back into the mouth, and you get three more doses of electro testicle treatment.” Nick removed the duct tape and ball. He positioned himself to look directly into Wargul’s eyes once again. Nick shushed the whining Wargul. “Quiet. This will all be over shortly. Did you share the information you received with any other human being?”
“No!” Wargul stared back at Nick unblinkingly, terrified his answer would not be accepted. He wanted to plead, but the cold darkness in the eyes gazing into his made him fearful he would be tortured for added sound.
Nick grinned. “Good. I’ll fix you for the janitor to find.”
Nick stuffed the ball back into Wargul’s mouth with sealing tape over it. He took out his .22 caliber pistol with noise suppressor from under the false bottom in his briefcase, and shot Wargul in the back of his head three times. Nick checked over the room with care, along with his additional scene structure.
“I’m leaving. How’s it look, Payaso?”
“All clear. The security guard is out front taking a smoke break. The moment you leave, John and I will wipe all trace of you away. Call if you need us.”
“Will do. I should be home at a decent hour, probably in enough time to discuss the deadly danger ahead for Sadun. Someone murdered his lawyer – a truly heinous deed. We must make sure our buddy Uthman is safe.”
“Oh yes, we must make certain of that, Muerto,” Gus replied, with John laughing in the background. “Are there any suspects in the death of that poor lawyer?”
“I’m thinking the butler did it.”
“You’re in a law office. They don’t have butlers.”
“Maybe they should. Then, something like this could have been prevented.”
“Get the hell out of there, Muerto, before the janitorial staff arrives,” Gus ordered.
“On my way, Payaso. Your attitude tonight has not been very professional. I found you to be disrespectful and sarcastic in our interaction. This will not look good on your record.”
“I’ll survive. You would have to physically find the Twilight Zone to recruit someone to take my place.”
“That simply isn’t true, Payaso.” Nick slipped out the emergency exit he had disarmed while passing the day in the building until it was time to keep his appointment with Wargul. “I could pay someone off the street a few hundred dollars per week to insult me when I have a mission.”
“Oh barf!”