Judgement and Wrath (Joe Hunter, Book 2)
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Joe Hunter doesn't like bullies. So his latest job - saving a young woman from her bully boyfriend - is a no-brainer. As it turns out, the vengeful father isn't the only one who wants the boyfriend dead. Soon Hunter is face-to-face with a contract killer who takes his work very seriously. Contract killer Dantalion has a talent for killing and keeps a list of his victims in a book chained to his waist. Each victim is numbered. And the body count is about to start rising . . .
unimpressed. ‘Yeah, they have cooks there. Decent cooks, I’ll give you that.’ Seagram looked like he’d been slapped. But I could tell his mind was caught in flux. Rink had insulted him and paid a compliment in the same breath. Rink grinned, showing he was just ragging him. It was one of those forces things where all soldiers put down anyone who wasn’t in their own troop. Seagram moved away, at a loss as to how to respond. ‘Are we all finished now?’ Jorgenson asked. ‘We haven’t started yet,’ I
Bradley Jorgenson’s refusing to speak to the police. I’m sure he’ll be subpoenaed before long and then he’ll have to come clean.’ Dantalion was engaged in lifting his coffee cup to his lips. Some of the coffee slopped down his coat, leaving a stain like a month-old knife wound. ‘Wait a minute … Bradley Jorgenson’s refusing to speak?’ ‘Yeah, he’s got some top-dollar attorneys holding off the cops with a verbal smokescreen. Of course that’ll only go on so long; doesn’t matter how much money he
to measure their ability with was how Hunter had fared the night before. He’d done well – credit where credit was due. The man had stopped him killing his targets, had shot him in the leg, and then survived an explosion that should have put anyone in a casket. He had to assume Rink would be as good. He’d better be very careful here on in. Careful but not cautious. Caution breeds fear; fear builds an inability to act. Lack of action would kill him. He crept forwards. This house was very
stand by while this pig of a boy cast aspersions on his mother. He loved his mother. He had proven the depths of his love when he’d sent her to be with his father rather than keep her all to himself. He could have been selfish, but, no. He had done her a kindness, even though he wanted his mother to be his for all eternity. He pulled the trigger and the Glock barked like an angry dog. 40 The bang of a gun happened so close by I could have sworn that I felt the pressure of displaced air in my
stumps, then beating the shit out of him when their suspicions had proved wrong. They were fond memories too, which confirmed in his mind that he was better than them. Encouraged him to embrace the reality. The Fallen did not have wings. They were seared from their backs when God cast them into the flames of Hell. In the subdued darkness of his hotel room in the SoBe district of Miami Beach, Dantalion was not concerned about the stares he received in day-to-day life. In this enlightened age,