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well, but I guessed it was
worth a shot. If I had a weapon or something, maybe I’d at least feel like I
had a chance…but there was nothing here and I was still stuck to this damned
bed.
    I wished for a brief
moment for enough room to maneuver - and the strength - to let me swing the
frame around and strike him with it, but that wasn’t going to happen. My eyes
caught the desk again, and I considered it. It was probably light enough I
could just about manage to pick that up, but it was awkward and
unwieldy. It seemed fragile enough though…
    With a frown, I stood up
and slammed my hand down against the dry wood at the top. There was no loud crack or impressive display, but the impact hit it hard enough that it shifted a
little, tilting as one of the legs splintered slightly.
    Triumph ran through me
and I grinned suddenly, grabbing it and starting to work it further. If I could
break one of the legs off…
    Then I still only had a
very small chance. But it was definitely better than nothing.

Chapter Four
    Leo
     
    I ducked through the
narrow gap in the chain-link fence and strode over to the abandoned warehouse
that Manny usually operated out of.
    I still felt a twinge of
guilt at leaving Alessa alone, especially after she’d clearly objected - but
there was no way she could come here, and she should be fine for the night.
Besides, Kidnapping her was worse than leaving ever could have been, so I was already
screwed there anyway.
    Hopefully her fear would
fade and she’d even be able to get a bit of sleep - a luxury that I doubted I’d
get tonight, despite the beginnings of a headache behind my eyes telling me I
needed it.
    I waited until I was
through the large, rusted doors before my impatience got the better of me.
    “Manny! Get your fucking
ass over here.” My voice echoed around the large, open area - probably
disturbing any deal he had going on, but I wasn’t in the mood for
consideration. I was on edge, and I needed to know what had happened tonight.
    There was no answer, and
I grunted in annoyance as I looked around. The random items that had been here
ever since I’d first met the guy were still scattered around - the pallet he
kept in the corner for the occasional night he stayed here, or any guests that
needed it, was still lying there undisturbed. It looked the same as it always
had.
    Manny had been a source
for most of my dealings over the last few months in New York City, and he was
good at what he did. But a screw up like this had me feeling anything but
generous towards the guy. I wanted to know where and how he’d gotten his
information, and the checks he’d done to make sure it was good. I needed to
know whether I’d been set-up - and who might have done it - or whether there’d
just been some terrible mistake.
    With every passing
moment, it was feeling more and more like the former.
    I walked through the main
area, heading to the back where he sometimes took more delicate deals - away
from prying eyes. On any given night, he could generally be relied on to be in
this warehouse - or leave something with a way to contact him. If tonight was
the one night he didn’t show, well that was some combination of suspicious and
unfortunate that I didn’t want to think about.
    I pushed open the door to
his ‘ office’ without bothering to knock, the tirade that had built in me
over the last few hours ready to burst.
    Then I froze. The words
died on the tip of my tongue as my eyes danced over the gruesome sight in front
of me. My gun was out a second later, and I ducked behind the door, looking
around for any sign of movement or life - but there was nothing. My angry shout
as I entered would have alerted anyone regardless.
    I waited for every sense
to convince me that there was no one nearby, then I let my gaze return to
Manny.
    He was strung up from a
beam in the ceiling, the thick rope tight around his neck, with his face
contorted and purple - he’d strangled to death then, instead of the