The Case Of The Russian Diplomat: A Masao Masuto Mystery (Book Three) - Plot & Excerpts
The two dark men still lay on the floor, their wrists handcuffed behind them, the shorter man with a smashed face that was a bloody mask, blood all over his clothes. Beckman was leaning against the wall with the two guns stuck in his belt. As Masuto entered, the skinny man started to shout at him in a language that Masuto guessed was Arabic, and then switched to English. “My brother needs a doctor. He is dying.” Ignoring him, Masuto asked Beckman about his hand. “I don’t know, Masao. It hurts like hell. I never hit anyone that hard before.” “Are you animals? My brother is dying!” In response to this, the man with the broken nose moaned with pain. “This place stinks,” Beckman said. “Can we get them out of here?” Masuto did not reply. He stood there silent, staring at Issa. “How did Kati take it?” Masuto ignored him, staring at Issa. “If they both died here,” Masuto said thoughtfully, “no one would know the difference.” “Masao!” Beckman was shocked. Masuto met his eyes, and Beckman sighed and shrugged.
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