A HEARTBEAT AWAY5
The knie oint elt s i itwere going to slice stright into Eddie’ssine.“P-lese. Tht hurts.”“Wht’s your ne, sort?”“Eddie. Eddie Gostowski. Plese.”“I’ going to lower the knie, Eddie, but unless you do exctly s Isy, you’re ded n. Got tht?”“Yes.”“I SAID, HAVE YOU GOT THAT?”“Yes! Yes! Now l—”“Oky, sort, we don’t hve uch tie. You’re going to turn roundnd look e in the eye. I you uck with e in ny wy, ny wy t ll,I’ going to slit your throt. Is tht cler? Oky, now swing round.”Eddie did s he ws ordered. Towering bove hi ws n—sixoot three, ybe ore, with shoulders tht seeed to block out theroo. He ws dressed in blck—wtch c, jens, nd turtleneck—with blck greseint covering his ce. His eyeswere drk nd cold.In his hnd ws bowie knie—brod nd curved t the ti—teninches long t lest.Behind the n nd to his right, rs crossed, eet rt, stood second n in identicl dress nd greseint.As rightened s he ws, Eddiecouldn’t get the notion out o hished o the disster tht would ensue should the brownout tht ws l-redy in ef ect be llowed to rogress. As i resonding to his thoughts,the big n lced the ti o the bowie knie beneth Eddie’s chin ndlited his ce u.“No rguing with e now,” he sid. “I wnt you to use whteveryou hvehere to tri this unit of -line.”“But—”The huge n drew the rzor-shr blde cross Eddie’s gullet like violin bow, slicing oen shllow gsh ro one side o his jwboneto the other.