Russell Twyce

Chapter 14 of Loki’s Trojan

Katz up a Blind Alley

‘~You’ll head to Windsor, Ontario and meet my cousin Boris.’ As the commercial jet descended into Toronto, Anaconda recalled the mafia chief’s words. ‘Leonid and two others will collect the girl from Seattle.’

‘~I thought that I was to deal with her.’ The subaltern had managed to resist his desire to immediately maim the man withholding of the object of his intended vengeance. ‘~I should be tasked with flying to Seattle.’

‘~My valuable friend,’ Sergey had placed a consoling arm around the Anaconda’s shoulder, ‘~a trained monkey could make the actual exchange and Leonid will suffice for that duty. I need you for an important function but you will still be responsible for her final disposition.’

‘~What do you want to occur?’ Though the lieutenant had initially seethed at being excluded, the prospect of his crossing paths with her in Canada instead of the U.S. sent his anticipation soaring.

‘This whole scenario has developed out well.’ Sergey had chuckled and switched over to English. ‘On my other trip to America, I stopped in to see my cousin who owns a tidy bar in the Canadian city. At the time, Boris wanted to buy females but I had none to sell and his offered dowry was far too low. A day ago, my doltish cousin contacted me again seeking a contact with the thieves-in-law in his vicinity. Boris has stumbled onto a diversion where he needs mafia muscle.’

‘This is a very long distance to travel simply for strong-arming.’ I see that his dictionary is open to the ‘d’ pages. The Anaconda suspected that diversion meant situation, but using the word dowry for a sex slave’s price was humorously incongruous: he wondered next at the doltish derogative in the description of Sergey’s kin. If that’s a misuse of English then I don’t really know what he is trying to imply—so I’ll take him at his own word.

‘I wouldn’t have disbanded you except with desultory timing the jobs have coincided. Boris has offered to take the non-satisfactory girl and I certainly don’t wish to have defamed merchandise returned.’

‘I’ll complete your cousin’s assignment and accept her bride’s price.’

‘Leonid will arrive with the merchandise.’

‘As always,” the Anaconda grinned: unlike Sergey’s dingy black smile, the mob lieutenant’s teeth were dazzling white, ‘I’ll make the appropriate decisions of what serves the best interests.’

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In Russian style, Victor the Anaconda drained a glass of orange juice to chase the liquor. The outgoing used up dancers would each satisfy him in their turns. Six fresh whores will grow my booming business. That special girl coming from Seattle would be the first to die slowly in this very room.

“~The extra money Boris bragged about will also serve well.” With it, Anaconda could travel to Kiev to settle affairs. “~I enjoyed Max’s death but I can improve on it.” Sergey keeps muriatic acid in his garden shed. It was for pool maintenance but he envisioned a more auspicious purpose.

“~After finishing Sergey, I’ll have an international organization.” He went to unload his bladder full of vodka and juice. The upright porcelain urinal offered the unmanned male a rare chance to pee standing up. The act was both a treat and a source of anger at why he usually couldn’t.

The few lounge patrons departed. The women who didn’t leave with a client were tasked with a quick janitorial service before they and the staff left. Boris and the manager departed last, with each their chosen females. Though reclined on a thinly padded bench seat and with the solid lump of a revolver under him, the Anaconda slept contentedly.

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