The Second Bat Guano War: A Hard-Boiled Spy Thriller - Plot & Excerpts
“Right on time, Horse. Glad you could make it.” The gun was small. Big enough, though. An automatic of some kind. He pointed it at my chest. His hand did not waver. I folded my hands on my stomach, settled myself into the worn fabric of the seat. “Always happy to oblige,” I said. He grinned. He pulled the cap low over his eyes. I glanced out the window. The train was passing through the outer reaches of Cuzco’s shantytowns. The snow-topped Andes surrounded us on all sides. He said, “Open the window.” “Why?” “Do it.” I stood. He nodded. I went to the window. I unclicked the latch at the top, slid it down. The stench of the passing slums filled the compartment. “Now take your clothes off.” I crossed my arms. “Go fuck yourself.” Red Cap rested the gun on his knee. His eyes narrowed. “Take them off or I will shoot you.” Infallible logic, that. I took off my jacket, the sweater. I reached up to my shirt, but he stopped me with a jerk of the gun. “All of the buttons, if you please?”
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