Bang the Blower (Country Roads 3) - Page 39

“So you think this is some kind of jealous rage?”

“It would have to be,” Hank answered him. “Julie isn’t the type of person to scout for enemies.”

“Actually that’s not true, is it, Miss Jenkins?” Agent Dickerson asked.

She shook her head.

“Julie, don’t let him talk you into saying something you’ll regret.”

“I don’t mind,” she began, looking over his shoulder and watching as Frank seemed to come around. He was laughing and talking to the paramedics as they loaded him in the ambulance. “But you’ll have to question me at the hospital. I’m riding with Frank.”

“Actually, you can’t go, Miss Jenkins,” another detective said, entering the room. “Annie Taylor was just found in the garage. Her neck was sliced. We have some questions for you.”

About that time, a blinding light caught Hank’s eye. “This may have to wait, Detective. Can you get a few of your men together and follow me?”

* * * *

Sam McMann watched the police come and go. He noticed the detectives snooping around the house, and hid from them as they

walked through the stables. If they thought he was going down without a fight, they had him mixed up with Julie Jenkins. The dumb bitch gave up as soon as she had a wreck worthy of reporting.

Afterwards, she decided to take up stock car racing. What a stupid cunt!

He rubbed his jaw. Then again, she was a slight improvement over the other dumb bimbo the Hinman duo brought home. That Annie Taylor was a nut job, a real quack. She owned a few cars, earned some quick cash, and started hiring men to kill Julie. Like he’d do that for her.

Just because he fucked Annie, didn’t mean he’d kill for her. If that was a stipulation she wanted satisfied prior to screwing him, she should’ve asked first. Instead, she bent over, showed her pretty pierced clit, and thought she had him by the balls because he shot off like a rocket inside her tight pussy.

Hell. He’d seen and fucked better. Things were about to get a lot sweeter for him, too. Julie Jenkins was a prize, and before he killed her, he planned to fuck her silly.

Satisfied everyone finally left the scene, Sam eased away from the loft. Jumping away from the ladder, he dusted off his jeans and took a deep breath.

He was home free.

“Put your hands where I can see them,” Duke Hinman called out. “Don’t try anything stupid. I will drop you where you stand.”

Slowly, Sam raised his arms high in the air. “I’m the only one here, but I know you can’t be talking to me. I’ve been covering your asses all day.”

“Is that a fact?” Hank asked, standing over him and looking down from the loft.

“Well Hank, I didn’t see you up there. There must be another way in and out of that loft. I must not be as sharp as I thought. Never saw you while I was up there watching the house for ya.”

“Guess I failed to mention that I spent several years in the Marines. I can scale any wall in front of me.”

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, Hinman?”

“I reckon so,” he said. “Annie always thought so.”

“Annie?” Sam asked, pretending he’d never heard the name. “You mean Julie?”

“No,” Hank said, descending. “I mean Annie. You know, the gal you killed?”

“Me?” he asked, arching a brow. “I ain’t killed anyone today, Hank, or in the last week.”

“Is that right?” he asked, jumping down and landing in front of him. “Cops think several of the shots fired this morning came from this barn. And beat it all, they think they’ve heard of a Sam McMann. Any ideas about that?”

Sam shook his head. “None I could think of. Why?”

Duke crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re a hired gun, aren’t you Sam?”

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