72. Bull

72

Bull

The blond -haired asshole started screwing a silencer onto his gun as soon as the door was closed. I’d figured they were going to execute us both but I wasn’t overjoyed to be proven right. “You damn idiot,” I muttered to Calahan over my shoulder. “You just let them walk in here and take you? Where was your gun?”

“ Mmn mny arr,” mumbled Calahan through the duct tape. He sounded pissed.

“What?”

The blond-haired asshole helpfully ripped the duct tape off Calahan’s mouth.

“ In my car,” Calahan snarled. “My gun was in my car.”

“Oh,” I said, a little abashed.

“You two got any preference?” asked the asshole, cocking the gun.

“Him first,” we both said at the same time.

The asshole shook his head tiredly. “You,” he said to me, and used the silencer to knock my hat off my head. Then he pressed the end of the silencer into my forehead. I tried to think up a plan, but nothing came to mind.

The asshole’s finger tightened on the trigger. Think, Bull!

But I’ve never been much of a thinker. So I decided to just be myself.

“Hey,” I said. “You know why they really call me Bull?”

The asshole rolled his eyes and leaned in to listen. I lunged forward and head butted him as hard as I could. He crumpled to the floor.

“‘Cause my mama said I got a head made of nothing but bone,” I told his unconscious body. I started trying to get out of the ropes. Behind me, Calahan was doing the same. After a few seconds of straining, I lost my patience. They’re getting away! “Don’t you have a fucking FBI special-issue knife or something for shit like this?” I snarled.

“They’re ropes, cowboy, aren’t you meant to be good with ropes?”

I felt myself getting angrier...which was just what I needed. We both heaved and growled and finally yelled. Calahan’s ropes snapped and he gave a shout of victory. A split-second later, my chair tore apart into chunks of wood, which quieted him down. We stood there panting and, for a second, grinning. Then we remembered ourselves.

“Pretty boy asshole,” I spat as I pulled the remaining ropes off me.

“Dumb hick,” he spat in return.

I grabbed my hat off the floor and shoved it on my head. “Call for backup,” I told him and ran for the door .

Outside, I headed for Calahan’s car. They were well ahead of me, but there was only one road they could take and—

Shit. They’d slashed the tires on Calahan’s car, just to be sure.

I looked desperately around the parking lot, my chest tightening in fear. And then my eyes fell upon the field next door.