Chapter 81
The harsh, unrelenting rain and stiff winds pelted the windows of Mr. Vargas’s apartment. As the lights flicker on, the former navy seal used his many years of training to quickly survey the apartment. Mr. Dobbs noticed that the large apartment had floor to ceiling windows that look out over the Manhattan skyline. To Mr. Dobbs right, there were two white couches, a large marble coffee table and granite fireplace. Past the fireplace Mr. Dobbs could see a library brimming with leather bound book and full bar. The former CIA agent dragged the victim into the library and poured himself a glass of Jameson whiskey. Methodically Mr. Dobbs whipped off the saliva and finger prints and places the bottle back on the shelf.
From behind the wall of the bar the former navy seal could hear a muffled voice cry out.
“It sounds like it’s come from behind this book,” Mr. Dobbs pondered to himself as he scanned the impressive collection of first edition books. As Mr. Dobbs made his way closer to the wall, he heard the moaning cry of several spanish women. As Mr. Dobbs moved closer to the bookshelf, the muffled voices became louder.
“Were are those voices coming from?” Mr. Dobbs snarled at Mr. Vargas.
A loud voice cried from beyond the wall, “Pull out the Mark Twain book.”
Suspicion and confusion fluttered in Mr. Dobbs’s mind as he frantically searched for the book. Mr. Dobbs has rescued many people from behind secret passages, dirty holes and hostel jails. As a former navy seal, Mr. Dobbs was credited for saving countless innocent kids and women from a wretch life and unspeakable living condition.
Anger swelled in Mr. Dobbs’s soul as he struggled to free the hostages from behind the library wall. He finally found the Mark Twain book and hastily removed the book from the shelf to reveal a lever mounted in the wall. Mr. Dobbs pulled on the lever. The wall splits open to reveal a small room filled with eight Spanish women. The bar was suddenly engulfed in chaos as the woman burst from the secret room and scramble for their freedom. Exhausted, dirty and scared, the women try to free themselves from their bondage.
James Dobbs turned to see that Mr. Vargas had regained consciousness. “Where do you think you’re going?” James demanded as he grabbed Julio and pulled him back into the library.
Frantically, Mr. Dobbs grabbed his gun and smashed Mr. Vargas in the head with the butt of his pistol. Anguish fluttered in James’s worried mind as he quickly calculated he had only five minutes till the police discovered Julio’s SUV in the garage. Mr. Dobbs had to quickly torture Mr. Vargas and extracted the whereabouts Albert and myself before the police bust into Julio’s apartment.
The captured women roamed the library hysterically. The half naked women were only dressed in tattered nightgowns. Their legs and hands were bound together with chains to thwart any attempted escape.
Mr. Vargas finally regained consciousness as the kidnapped women quickly assemble around him. Screams of horror bellowed from Julio as the captive women feverishly and relentlessly struck him with their bare hands and feet. Driven with rage and madness, the gang of women savagely beaten Mr. Vargas till he was bloody and almost dead. Though Julio tried his best to protect himself, he soon realized that it was futile as the women unleashed their wrath. A smile adorned James’s face as the women barbarically slaughter Mr Vargas. The women were ferocious and unsympathetic as they slowly killed Mr. Vargas with their bare hands. His knees and elbows were broken in two. His eyes were goaded with angry fingers and his left leg was snapped in two.
As blood started to trickle from Julio’s mouth and eyes, Mr. Dobbs stopped the slaughter and grabbed his broken hand. Wallowing in pain, Julio begged the former navy seal for mercy. Mr. Dobbs had no remorse or empathy for Mr Vargas. Three of Mr. Vargas’s front teeth were kicked out, his left cheek and skull was fractured. Despite the tears of pity streaming down Mr. Vargas's brown eyes, James thought Julio deserved to die. “I’ll give one chance to tell me where Robert Dubinsky aka Albert Kandinsky and Martinez are or I am going to let these women kill you right here and now,”Mr Dobbs uttered.
Blood splattered from the Mr. Vargas mouth as he said, “You too late, they are boarding a train to New Mexico today at 3:30 from the Grand central station.”
James checked his Rolex watch and realized that he had only moment to spare. It was now 3:03 P.M. Mr. Dobbs cast his sights on the vicious, hostile women around him. James couldn't help but noticed the animosity and vindictiveness that lurked deep with the women’s sad eyes. Despite his promise to allow Julio to live, Mr. Dobbs couldn’t refused the women’s lust for revenge. A sinister smile crossed Mr. Dobbs’s face as he threw Julio to the floor. As Mr. Dobbs ran for the stairs, he could hear horribly screams bellowed from Julio Vargas’s apartment.