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〃So； Mr。 Pitt； now that I have your attention； perhaps there is something you wish to say to me。〃
〃Did anybody ever tell you you're a psycho case？〃 Pitt muttered through pressed lips。
He saw the fist lashing out； expected it； and rolled with the punch； reeling backward into a wall and melting to the floor； feigning unconsciousness。 He tasted the blood inside his mouth and felt a numbness creeping over the left side of his face。 He kept his eyes closed and lay limp。 He had to feel his way with this sadistic hulk of slime； assess Gly's reaction to answers and attitude； and predict when and where the next blow would strike。 There would be no stopping the brutality。 His only objective was to survive the interrogation without a crippling injury。
Gly went over to a dirty washbasin； filled a bucket of water； and splashed it on Pitt。 〃e now； Mr。 Pitt。 If I'm any judge of men； you can take a punch better than that。〃
Pitt struggled to his hands and knees； spit blood on the cement floor； and groaned convincingly； almost pitiable。 〃I can't tell you any more than I already have；〃 he mumbled。
Gly picked him up as if he were a small child and dropped him in a chair。 Out of the corner of one eye Pitt caught Gly's right fist ing at him in a vicious swing。 He rode the impact as best he could； catching the blow just above the cheekbone under the temple。 For a few seconds he absorbed the stunning pain and then pretended to pass out again。
Another bucket of water and he went through his moaning routine。 Gly leaned down until they were face to face。 〃Who are you working for？〃
Pitt raised his hands and clutched his throbbing head。 〃I was hired by Jessie LeBaron to find out what happened to her husband。〃
〃You landed from a submarine。〃
〃We left the Florida Keys in a blimp。〃
〃Your purpose in ing here was to gather information on the transfer of power in Cuba。〃
Pitt furrowed his brow in confusion。 〃Transfer of power？ I don't know what you're talking about。〃
This time Gly struck Pitt in the upper stomach； knocking every cubic inch of wind from him。 Then he calmly sat down and watched the reaction。
Pitt went rigid as he fought for breath。 He felt as if his heart had stopped。 He could taste the bile in his throat； feel the sweat seep from his forehead； and his lungs seemed to be twisted in knots。 The walls of the room wavered and swam before his eyes。 Gly looked to be smiling wickedly at the end of along tunnel。
〃What were your orders once you arrived on Cayo Santa Maria？〃
〃No orders；〃 Pitt rasped。
Gly rose and approached to strike again。 Pitt drunkenly came to his feet； swayed for a moment； and began to sag； his head drooping to one side。 He had Gly's measure now。 He recognized a weak point。 Like most sadists； Gly was basically a coward。 He would flinch and be thrown off his track if he was evenly matched。
Gly flexed his body to swing； but suddenly froze in stunned astonishment。 Bringing up his fist from the floor and pivoting his shoulder； Pitt threw a right…hand cross that carried every ounce of power he could muster。 He connected with Gly's nose； mashing the cartilage and breaking the bone。 Then he followed up with two left jabs and a solid hook to the body。 He might as well have attacked the cornerstone of the Empire State Building。
Any other man would have fallen flat on his back。 Gly staggered back a few feet and stood there with his face slowly reddening in rage。 The blood streamed from his nose but he took no notice of it。 He raised one fist and shook it at Pitt。 〃I'll kill you for that；〃 he said。
〃Stick it in your ear；〃 Pitt replied sullenly。 He grabbed the chair and threw it across the room。 Gly merely smashed it aside with his arm。 Pitt caught the shift of the eyes and realized his whiplash speed was about to lose out to brute strength。
Gly tore the washbasin from the wall； literally ripped it from its plumbing； and lifted it over his head。 He took three steps and heaved it in Pitt's direction。 Pitt jumped sideways and ducked around in one convulsive motion。 As the sink sailed toward him like a safe falling from a high building； he knew his reaction came a split second too late。 He threw up his hands instinctively in a hopeless gesture to ward off the flying mass of iron and porcelain。
Pitt's salvation came from the door。 The latch caught the main crush from one corner of the washbasin and was smashed out of its catch。 The door burst open and Pitt was knocked backward into the hallway； crashing in a heap at the feet of the startled guard。 A shooting pain in his groin and right arm pounded the agonies already piercing his side and head。 Gray…faced； waves of nausea sweeping over him； he shook away the beckoning unconsciousness and came to his feet； his hands spread on the wall for support。
Gly tore the sink from the doorway where it had bee jammed and stared at Pitt with a look that could only be described as murderous。 〃You're a dead man； Pitt。 You're going to die slowly； an inch at a time； begging to be put out of your agony。 The next time we meet I'll snap every bone in your body and tear your heart out。〃
There was no fear in Pitt's eyes。 The pain was draining away； to be replaced with elation。 He had survived。 He hurt； but the way was clear。
〃The next time we meet；〃 he said vengefully； 〃I'll carry a big club。〃
Pitt slept after the guard helped him back to his cell。 When he woke up it was three hours later。 He lay there for several minutes until his mind slowly shifted into gear。 His body and face were an unending sea of contusions； but no bones were broken。 He had survived。
He sat up and swung his feet to the floor； waiting for a few moments of dizziness to pass。 He pushed himself to his feet and began doing stretching exercises to ease the stiffness。 A wave of weakness swept over him； but he willed himself to reject it； continuing the drill until his muscles and joints became limber。
The guard came and went with dinner； and Pitt adroitly jammed the latch again； a maneuver he had honed so there would be no fumbling； no last…minute bungle。 He paused； and hearing no footsteps or voices； stepped into the corridor。
Time was a luxury。 There was too much to acplish and too few hours of darkness to manage it。 He regretfully wished he could say his farewells to Giordino and Gunn； but every minute he lingered in the pound depleted his odds of success。 The first order of business was to find Jessie and take her with him。
She was behind the fifth door he tried； lying on the concrete floor with nothing under her but a dirty blanket。 Her naked body was pletely unmarked； but her once lovely face was grotesquely swollen with purplish bruises。 Gly had shrewdly worked his evil by humiliating her virtue and brutalizing a beautiful woman's most valued asset her face。
Pitt bent over and cradled her head in his arms； his expression tender； but his eyes insane with rage。 He was consumed with revenge。 He shook with a madness for savage vengeance that went far beyond anything he had experienced before。 He gritted his teeth and gently shook her awake。
〃Jessie。 Jes