“You’re lucky I’m a gentleman,” he said inthat slimy tone of voice men use exclusively to threaten women.
Without really thinking, I kicked him in thechin. I wasn’t exactly trying to break his jaw, but I wasn’texactly trying not to.
It hadn’t occurred to me that, when I liftedone boot off the floor, I’d be setting all my weight on theother—which was conveniently located on Damon O’Leary’s wrist. Soit’s possible I broke that too. Again, not what I was going for,but considering he’d duct taped Agatha to a chair and was about torun a knife through her heart, this was probably a suitablepunishment.
I’d almost forgotten about that roll of ducttape on the table. There was still some silvery tape left, so I setthe knife down and grabbed the roll instead. There was somethingvery gratifying abou
