Ogrodnik Interior 2.0c

by Gary

  “Yes, how predictable it is for you to say that. No, I think not. You are here on your own. The guilt you feel for Ms. Goldstein being captured drives you to attempt the heroic. You seek redemption. You’ve already failed to save your mother, and now you will also be responsible for the death of your partner as well. The only solace I can offer you is that your guilt will be short-lived. Because, you see, the dead feel no guilt,” said Ogrodnik as he walked over to a workbench against the wall.

  Elliot tested the ties. They were tight, and they were strong.

  “Did you know the human foot has as many nerve endings as the tongue? I think after exposure to the hot end of my torch, you will be forthcoming in telling me what I want to know.”

  Ogrodnik turned to the workbench, found and lit a small propane torch. Elliot saw the advancing ogre and feigned injury in a fetal position until the big man came closer. When Ogrodnik bent down to grab his leg, Elliot lashed out with both feet with all of his strength hoping that a lucky blow would give him an opening. The double kick found the most vulnerable area on the big man and sent him staggering back in pain. The torch flew from his hand and rolled away, leaving the big man in a world of pain and a seething rage. He could not have timed his kick better, but all he managed to do was enrage the monster before him. Ogrodnik took a moment to compose himself and then set upon Elliot with a vengeance. A single massive hand closed around Elliot’s throat, lifted him high above his head and then hurled him against the wall a dozen feet away.

  Elliot awoke from a momentary blackout with a tilted view of Ogrodnik standing in front of him. Pain ripped through his head and left shoulder. He attempted to move, to get his legs working, to get away from the certain death that stood before him. His bound legs, still weak but able to function, failed to move him. He looked down to them and immediately saw the problem. A rusty bolt on the wall of the workshop was protruding from his shoulder. He straightened his legs in order to lift his body up and take the pressure off the shoulder, but the pain only increased with the movement. A flurry of motion caught his eye, and he looked up in time to see the blurred form of Rayce in the act of cracking a wooden post across the back of Ogrodnik’s head. Ogrodnik staggered and fell face first onto the concrete floor. Rayce tossed the splintered wood aside and rushed to Elliot.

  CHAPTER 89

  “Let’s get you down from there,” he said as he lifted Elliot and pulled his body from the bloody bolt. Elliot shuddered as the bolt passed back through his shoulder.

  “Can you talk?”

  Elliot nodded. “It’s just my shoulder. Help me up, and cut my ties. We need to find Rivka,” he managed weakly.

  Rayce forced his thick fingers into the nylon ties around Elliot’s feet and snapped them with a violent jerk. Elliot cried out in pain when the process was repeated on the bindings behind his back.

  “Let’s take a look at the shoulder before I move you too much. We need to stop the bleeding.”

  Rayce peeled back Elliot’s shirt in order to get a better look at the wound and might have been decapitated had he not seen the widening of Elliot’s eyes. He threw up his arm and lunged to the left. It wasn’t enough to block the incoming blow, but he did manage to deflect a portion of the energy away from the side of his head.

  Ogrodnik’s pipe glanced off Rayce’s shoulder, then off the side of his head and slammed into the wall where it spun out of Ogrodnik’s grip and under a pallet. The force of the blow flipped Rayce over onto his back into the corner of the room. The big man was on him in a flash. Still stunned from the pipe and unable to defend himself properly, Rayce was on his back in the corner with his head wedged up against the wall and Ogrodnik overtop raining down blows with his massive fist.

  Elliot was only six feet away and saw the entire sequence play out in front of him. The big man was relentless in his attack as his fist rose and fell into Rayce; the sound of fist on flesh spanked out across the room. Elliot struggled to get up and help but could not will his legs underneath him.

  After dozens of strikes, Ogrodnik stopped the pounding and knelt down closer to grab Rayce’s head with both hands. Elliot saw Rayce’s head, now covered with blood and fleshy bruising, with the giant’s hands on each side. The big man gave a violent twist but lost his grip on the slick, blood covered skull. He bent down farther to regain his grip and in doing so hid Rayce from Elliot’s view. All he could see was the big man’s back, now facing away from Elliot as he struggled to get the hold he needed to finish the job.

  Ogrodnik’s head snapped back from an unseen strike, and then his enormous body seemed to lift off the floor, and he was driven backward onto his backside. The big man rolled away to gain his feet as Rayce rose out of the corner, his face completely covered with blood and a series of welts already rising around his eyes. The only places on his face that were not bloodied were the whites of his eyes and his teeth, visible through a twisted sneer.

  Elliot felt the life in his legs starting to return but was captivated by the developing battle. The two men were more cautious now after having underestimated each other once. The big man waded forward to deliver a crushing overhand blow; Rayce partially deflected it and countered with a short power strike to his exposed rib cage before backing away from the big man’s reach. This sequence played out a dozen times with neither side gaining the advantage.

  Ogrodnik did not seem to be affected by Rayce’s counter punches and continued raining down his heavy blows against Rayce’s defense. Ogrodnik’s punches were easily deflected, but even the partial force that Rayce took was starting to take its toll. Twice he was staggered by the descending arm and twice evaded the big man’s attempt to wrestle him to the ground. So captivated by the battle was Elliot that it wasn’t until Rayce was blinded by a jet of smoke that Elliot realized that the workshop wall to the right of the door was now fully in flames. The torch that had rolled away must have ignited some oily woodwork that covered the main wall. Rayce was only blinded momentarily, but that provided enough opening for one of the big man’s blows to make it through his defenses and find its mark on his upper jaw. The force of Ogrodnik’s blow drove him back into the fiery wall and down to a knee. The big man did not hesitate. In two strides, he was within reach of Rayce. Rayce knew he was finished if Ogrodnik got his hands on him, so he shook his head to clear it and waited for the opening he knew would show itself. It was literally a do or die move. He’d allow himself to get inside Ogrodnik’s reach for the chance to deliver a meaningful blow. As Ogrodnik extended down toward his foe, Rayce launched himself up and through Ogrodnik’s outstretched arms and delivered a savage elbow up into the big man’s throat. Ogrodnik staggered back looking at Rayce as his hands came up to his throat. Ogrodnik stood in shock, hands on his own throat, mouth opening and closing like a landed fish in his attempt to draw a breath.

  Rayce seized the opportunity and advanced on the laboring giant to deliver an upward palm strike to the nose that was meant to drive the bridge of the nose up into the brain. A gush of blood told Rayce that the strike found its mark before the big man teetered and fell over backward.

  By now the fire had spread to include the wooden units on the wall and most of the ceiling structure. The old cans of solvent and fertilizer were now ablaze and helped create a toxic blend of black swirling smoke. The thick black smoke whirled overhead in a vortex as it sought the open door of the workshop. Rayce turned to pick up Elliot and help him out of the inferno but Elliot shook his head and yelled above the howling maelstrom, “I can make it out. You get Rivka!” He pointed to a metal door at the far end of the room. The fire, already licking at the door on that wall was threatening to engulf that entire side of the room. Rayce knew that once the temperature of the swirling smoke passed a certain threshold, it would ignite, and structural collapse would soon follow.

  Rayce nodded, helped Elliot up and pushed him toward the open sliding door and then ran low across the room to Rivka, keeping his head below the swirling plasma. Rayce had no intention of trying to
negotiate with a red hot metal door handle. He lowered his shoulder and sprinted directly at the door. The door was industrial steel, two inches thick with carbon hardened hinges. Rayce’s shoulder, backed by 220 pounds of desperate man, met the door just inside the locking mechanism. The door, as advertised, proved to be sturdy and rugged. The locking mechanism groaned under the stress, but neither lock nor door gave in. The surrounding wall structure was another matter. The sturdy steel door frame was ripped out of the wooden wall frame and exploded into the room beyond.

  Underneath the layer of churning smoke, Rayce saw the shape of a woman over to the left behind an alcove lying at the foot of a door in the back corner of the room. He wasted no time. He flung her up over his shoulder and sprinted back the way he had come. The swirling vortex overhead was now howling as it roared out the same open door that Rayce sped toward. Rayce felt the explosion of heat as he passed through the door when the vortex ignited and engulfed the workshop.

  The three staggered back to a safe distance, and Rayce lowered Rivka to the ground and broke her ties. Without saying anything, she reached up and hugged Elliot and Rayce.

  “You have no idea how glad I am to see you.”

  “Are you hurt?” Rayce asked.

  “Just my pride,” Rivka replied as she rubbed the circulation pack into her wrists.

  “Ogrodnik, did you... is he...?”

  “He’s done,” said Rayce as he wiped the blood from his face. “If he wasn’t dead when we left him, the fire would have finished him.”

  Rivka let out a deep breath as if a weight had been lifted from her. “Elliot, you’re bleeding!”

  “Just a scratch,” he said, trying to downplay it.

  “Like hell it’s a scratch. It’s a goddamn bullet hole!”

  “No, it’s not a bullet hole. I’ll be fine.”

  “There doesn’t seem to be anything broken. The bolt passed through the trapezius muscle above the collar bone,” said Rayce while inspecting Elliot’s shoulder and took off his overalls to use as a make shift dressing and compress.

  “Who’s Muscles Nightingale?” Rivka asked Elliot, nodding her head in Rayce’s direction.

  “Rivka, meet your rescuer, Rayce Nolan. Rayce, my partner, Rivka Goldstein.”

  “I owe you one, big guy.”

  Rayce nodded and continued working on Elliot’s shoulder.

  “This’ll hold until we can get to the hospital.”

  “The hospital will have to wait. We need to intercept Banik at the airport.”

  “Why don’t you let the police handle that?” asked Rayce.

  “I’ll call Renaud and meet him there, but I don’t trust anyone else to do this. We’ve gone this far, Rayce. I want to be there to take down Banik. He’s the guy who started this shit. He hired the man who killed my wife and my father.”

  “I get it, but this is where I have to step back. I can’t be a part of this if the police are going to be involved. It’ll lead to too many questions.”

  Elliot stood up, nodded at Rayce and looked like he was about to say, “I understand” but said nothing for a moment while he searched for words. “Rayce, I–”

  Rayce held up his hand to stop what he knew was coming and held out his other hand to shake. “Forsman. They opened a door, and we closed it. We did what we needed to do. That’s all.”

  Elliot looked at Rayce understanding that acknowledgement and gratitude were not an element of his needs.

  “Did you manage to find Yilmaz?”

  “Yeah, I found him. He came back to the bunker with his two sidekicks. Their debt has been paid in full.”

  “I guess that’s the end of Eastern Security.”

  “Banik might have a personal guard with him, but I think you’re right. Eastern Security no longer exists.”

  “My car is next door. Riv, are you okay to drive?”

  “You’re asking me to drive. You must be hurt if you’re asking me to drive.”

  They said their quick goodbyes as Rayce departed in his truck, and Elliot and Rivka walked to the next business and headed for the airport in Elliot’s car.

  “I guess I need to fill in some blanks,” he said as he tossed his keys to Rivka.

  “I guess you do.”

  “Where to start?” mused Elliot as they pulled out of the unpaved parking lot.

  “Bunker? Basement filled with bodies? Elliot, did I hear you say that Banik ordered Sarah killed? I’ve only been out of the game for a couple of days, and now your wife is part of all this?”

  “A lot has happened since we last talked. I’ll fill you in on the way.”

  “This Rayce guy? When did he enter the picture? And who is he?”

  “Let me start at the beginning.” He told Rivka about finding the pictures of Sarah in the case file, about calling Rayce and his subsequent conversation with him, about Eastern sending an assassin to Rayce’s, about Rayce burning down the Eastern compound, about attacking the bunker and about how he made the connection between Ogrodnik and Hochelaga Landscaping.

  CHAPTER 90

  Elliot dialed Yves Renault’s cell phone and put him on speaker.

  “Oui, Allo” answered a quiet voice on the other end of the line.

  “Yves, Elliot here.”

  “Yes, who else would call me at 4:00 a.m.?”

  “I’ve found my partner. She’s okay, and I have a lead on Banik.“

  “I’m glad to hear she’s okay. I’ll let my guys know. Tell me about Banik.”

  “The intel I have says that Banik will be flying out of a private terminal at Dorval this morning around 6:00 a.m. He’s making a run for it, Yves. We need to stop him.”

  “Do you know which private terminal?”

  “Shellco.”

  “I’m on my way, and I’ll call in some officers who I know are clean.”

  “I’ll meet you there.”

  “Stay away, and let me take this one, Elliot.”

  “Not a chance, Yves. I’ll see you there.”

  Renault knew that Elliot would not be dissuaded, so he didn’t even try.

  “Elliot, I got a call about an hour ago. Detective Durocher had an accident on his motorcycle earlier this evening and was found dead at the scene. It looks like he was run off the road.”

  Elliot acknowledged with a low whistle.

  “There’s more. Standard protocol when an active officer is killed is to let the chief know. When he didn’t answer his phone, a squad car was sent to his house, and he was found in his closed garage with the car motor running. He was dead. I’ll let you draw your own conclusions,” said the detective.

  “It sounds like they’re cleaning house. What about Detective Duval?”

  “There’s no word from him. He’s not at home and not answering his phone. He could be lying in a ditch somewhere.”

  “Let’s get this guy before he flies the coop. See you at the airport.” Elliot killed the conversation and looked over at Rivka. He felt no remorse for the fallen police. They made their choices.

  No sooner had Elliot put his phone back in his pocket than it chirped indicating a message had just come in.

  “What is it?” Rivka asked looking over at Elliot, who was now engrossed in the email.

  “It’s a message from Jennifer at McGill. I’ll fill you in later.”

  CHAPTER 91

  Rivka slowed the truck when they reached the private terminal section. The streets were still empty with no signs yet of the coming business day.

  “There it is,” said Elliot pointing at an upcoming terminal building.

  Rivka turned off the headlights and glided into the open gate of the terminal. There were a couple of vehicles already in the parking lot, but it was impossible to say if any belonged to Banik.

  Elliot reached into the back and passed Rivka the bag of weapons they brought from Rayce’s. While she checked the contents and ensured the guns were locked and loaded, Elliot checked his own gun. There were eleven bullets still in the clip. He hoped he wouldn’t n
eed any. If Banik was alone, he didn’t anticipate there would be trouble. Banik was not the type to get engaged in a gunfight; in fact, Elliot was certain he wouldn’t even be carrying a weapon.

  Elliot and Rivka nodded to each other, exited the truck and advanced to the terminal. The large glass windows clearly showed that the reception area was empty and lit only by the ambient glow of overnight lighting. As expected, the door was locked. Rivka nodded her head toward the back of the building where the planes would be parked. There was only one plane in the back; it was parked outside the hangar. The lights were on in the cockpit, but the stairs were drawn up, and there was no indication of human activity within. Guns now drawn, they peeked into the hangar area through the large open hangar door; again, no sign of activity.

  Elliot looked at Rivka and said quietly, “Maybe they’re not here yet.”

  Rivka nodded and replied, “Let’s check out the front offices, and if they’re not here, we’ll wait for them.”

  The hangar was a large Quonset building with a hangar bay about 100 feet long and 80 feet wide. Easily enough to house four or five planes similar to the one outside, but tonight it was empty. Not wanting to cross through the center of the wide, open area, Elliot led them over to the left-hand wall where a shelving unit ran the full length of the hangar. The shelving unit created a corridor down the left-hand side that offered cover in case someone walked into the hangar unexpectedly.

  About halfway down the 80 foot corridor, a door hidden behind the shelves at the far end opened, and two guards armed with automatics walked into the hangar. Elliot and Rivka froze for a second trying to evaluate their situation. It didn’t take more than that second for them to realize they were in a bad situation. Trapped halfway down an 80 foot corridor with two hostiles at one end and nowhere to run or hide.

  The two guards were only a fraction behind Elliot and Rivka in assessing the situation. Their weapons, already hanging around their shoulders, were in the process of swinging around when Rivka’s gun roared. One shot caught a guard in the upper arm and spun him back behind the safety of the end of the shelving units causing him to drop his weapon onto the corridor floor. The other took up position on the other side of the corridor behind the end of the shelving.