the silencer—against the man’s right eye. When Travis got up, Echo pulled the gun back and held it under his leather coat. “Pick that picture up and look at it again.”
Travis slowly followed the orders. “I don’t recognize her. Never seen her before.”
“That’s good. Now pull out the keycard to get in your room, but if you go for that gun I know you got, I’mma splat your ass something terrible.” With his peripheral, Echo noticed a few people heading toward the parking lot but they weren’t paying any attention to him and Travis.
Travis tried to give the keycard to the gunman.
Echo said, “You keep it. Let’s go back to your room so I can work on your fucked up memory. Keep them damn hands out where I can see them, or you gonna see the real Crip walk when the gun go off. And if you think I won’t bust one in your ass while out here in the open, say it now and I’ll put one in your brain then go fuck the woman in that photo.”
Three minutes later they were in Travis’ room. Echo closed the door and said, “Strip down to your underwear but move like you got arthritis.”
“Why you wanna see another man in his underwear? What’s this got to do with the woman in the picture who I don’t even know?” Echo shot at the man’s left forearm.
“Oh shit!” Travis snatched his arm back. The bullet had penetrated the sleeve of the thick coat but had barely missed his arm. “Chill out, man. I’m taking my shit off.”
Echo heard a certainly type of knocking at the door. He backed up to it and opened the door for Kiandra.
She watched Travis undress, and after several seconds, she gathered his clothes and gun and placed them in the bathtub. When she returned, she studied him as he stood near the bed wearing only boxer shorts.
Echo stood by the door then decided to turn on the flat-panel television.
She had his ID in her hand. “Is Travis your real name, or is this shit fake?”
“That’s my name.”
“You remember a few months ago when your boss raped me after you and his other flunky forced me to go to his room?” “Lady, you got the wrong guy.”
She stepped back and said, “It’ll come to you in a minute.” Echo walked up to him and unexpectedly drove a knee to the man’s nuts, the force briefly lifting him off his feet.
Travis coughed and fell to the floor, holding his groin with both hands.
Echo said, “If you don’t or can’t give me the details about the rape, she’s cutting your dick off—just the head—after I cuff your ass and hold you down. Then, I’mma let you up and force you to stomp the head. We’re gonna repeat the process with your nuts, too.”
“Alright, I remember. It was at the Gold Creek Inn in Whittier.”
Chapter 16
TRAVIS HAD CALLED Avery Ross to his room, another one of Breno’s gun hands. Avery arrived at the door with no coat and no weapon because Travis was supposed to be showing him something he’d found thirty minutes ago. The 26-year-old black man knocked at Travis’ room door and said, “Open the door, fool. I hope you found some pussy.
Hurry up. It’s cold as shit out here.”
Echo stopped peeping from the window curtain and stepped over to the door. He turned the door knob then flung the door open, surprising Avery. He shot the man in the stomach. When Avery doubled over in pain, Echo gripped a handful of his small afro and pulled him inside. He closed the door and watched as the man slowly dropped to his knees.
Travis was a few feet away but looked on silently.
Echo said, “I got more questions for you, Travis, but I don’t want you to even think about lying.”
He kicked Avery in the face so hard, the impact actually smashed teeth in and resulted in a broken neck. As the man lay awkwardly Echo looked at Kiandra, but she was still watching Travis at gunpoint. Echo leaned over Avery, pushed the silenced gun barrel in his mouth, and blew the back of his head out.
Travis turned away.
Kiandra put the gun to Travis’ head