Harper released his hair and Brandson's head dropped back down to the floor. "Right now I want to kill you so badly it hurts, so don't give me a reason. "Don't pretend to bargain with me." Harper grabbed a fistful of Brandson's red hair and jerked his face up close to his own. "I can get him a full exoneration if that's what-" Talbott," Brandson muttered against the floor. "So, Captain, why do you think I'm here?" Harper asked. Harper crouched down near Brandson's face. Harper stepped back and then kicked him forward onto his stomach. The black leather cut into the muscle of Brandson's legs. Harper wrapped the belt around Brandson's ankles, pulling it tight with vicious jerks, and then buckled it. The sharp pain only made him angrier at Brandson. Harper's right palm ached as he moved his hand. Harper kept his pistol snug against Brandson as he reached down and jerked the belt out from the folds of cloth around Brandson's ankles. "Now, slowly down onto your knees." Harper pressed the pistol down against Brandson's skin as Brandson sank to his knees. "Now the right." Harper cuffed Brandson's hands behind his back tightly. "I never appreciated how well you followed orders until now," Harper commented. "Keep your hands up," Harper snapped when he felt the slight shift in Brandson's shoulders. A shudder of fear and protest moved through Brandson's body.
He unclipped the handcuffs from the belt and then let Brandson's belt and pants fall to the floor. Years of desperate encounters in back alleys had made the motion second nature to him. "Very good." Harper ran his hand down to Brandson's waist and unbuckled his belt. Do anything else, and I'll spatter Lucy, over there, with the majority of your head." Harper reached under Brandson's raised arm and removed Brandson's pistol.
"This is where your day gets even worse," Harper said. Stepping up from behind, Harper pushed the barrel of his pistol hard against the back of Brandson's neck. "What the hell is this?" Brandson demanded. Brandson lost his grip on his coat as he suddenly saw Lucy. "I've had a hell of a day, and it's going to take more than a drowsy hand job to make it better."Ī weak flame flickered up into the dirty, glass housing of the lamp. "I'm not paying you to be asleep, Lucy." Brandson kept fiddling with the lamp. Harper silently twisted the lock back into place. Brandson stepped inside and groped for the wall lamp. Keys jingled like bells as Brandson tried to find the right one. The sounds of footsteps on the stairs grew louder. Through the darkness, Harper smiled at her. "Just stay where you are, and you'll be fine." "This will all be over soon," Harper said quietly.
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