He’d chew the asshole out later.
Stooping, he dashed to one side of the door and put his back against the wall. Bo took the other side.
Not a sound came from outside, save the distant shrill of sirens, growing closer by the second.
Open gate. Parking lot. For the office workers, most likely, back before the place was abandoned.
Lucky eased up to see around the doorframe. Squinting didn’t help his night vision. His side pained him some, about five on a scale from one to shot. He’d live.
Tires squalled and three carloads of Greensboro’s finest came barreling through the gate, followed by a black SUV.
Judging from muffled sirens, more cars surrounded the back of the warehouse.
An officer hopped from the first car, gun aimed and ready for business. “Step out with your hands on your head.”
Idiot. At this angle Lucky could take him out easily. Good thing Lucky only played a felon for the job.
Now.
Hearing his boss’s voice in his head, he swung the door wide and did as told. The officer kept the gun trained on him. “Pat him down.”
Another officer approached, took his gun, and began going through the motions of a search.
“Those aren’t drugs in my pocket,” Lucky growled. “I’ve just got a really big…”
Bap, bap, bap, bap. Lucky dropped to the ground and crawled on his belly to the nearest police car. Fuck, that hurt! The cops were gone. Probably sheltering behind their own cars.
Where was Bo?”
There came a time when a man got too old for this shit, and a clock ticked away in Lucky’s head.
A black van approached. Oh, cool. SWAT team. Dark shapes hopped out of the van, fully geared, scuttled into the shadows and, one by one, entered the building. Let ‘em. Lucky’d stay right here.
Steps sounded behind him. The farther he kept away, the better. Realizing his sorry ass really could die changed his way of thinking.
The officer crept up to him, gun aimed.
Lucky kept his voice low. “I’m Agent Lu… Harrison, Southeastern Narcotics Bureau. And I’m wired.”
The man nodded, but kept his gun at the ready. Gee. Suspicious much?
“My partner, Agent Schollenberger, was right behind me coming out.” And dear Lord let him not have been in the path of one of those shots. Better clue in the new arrivals. “There’s packets in a conference room. Tell your men not to touch the shit without gloves, you got me?”
The officer nodded but continued to hold his gun on Lucky. “Hands on your head.”
Lucky grabbed hold of the car door and climbed to his feet.
Moments passed at a snail’s pace. The occasional sweep of a flashlight shining from a warehouse window pierced the darkness. Sure was creepy out here at night.
“Wouldn’t we be better off waiting in your car?” Standing here made them easy targets. If the guy fought him, he’d pull rank.
The officer nodded. The other officers fanned out around the parking lot. They’d brought one hell of a lot of firepower. Someone hadn’t given him all the details.
A shot rang out, and another, and another. Inside the building.
Then outside.
Lucky sprung and knocked the officer off his feet. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuckety fuck!” Damn, but that hurt! With any luck, Lucky hadn’t torn anything open. The cop struggled beneath him, still not realizing he’d been saved by one of the good guys.
