Over a month after surgery. When would the shit quit hurting?
Pop, pop, pop.The shots came slower now, like the last few kernels in a bag of microwave popcorn.
A flurry of activity, then, “Man down! Man down!”
Oh, God. Please not Bo.
Jimmy bolted out of the SUV. An ambulance arrived mere seconds later. Must’ve been on standby at a safe distance.
Night turned to day, and Lucky shielded his eyes from the glare of a half-dozen floodlights.
He let the wiggling cop go. The guy pointed his gun at Lucky again.
“Have you ever known a suspect to try to save your sorry hide?” Jeez, when would the guy get with the program? Then again, Lucky wasn’t much of a trusting soul, either.
The agent in him yearned to sprint inside, be in the middle of the action. The man who wanted to be alive come the weekend told the agent to shut the fuck up. Not his case. He’d done his part. Time to let someone else earn their keep.
Except… Where was Bo?
Paramedics hauled a gurney out, loaded with a body fully covered by a sheet. Two SWAT team members followed them, dragging two men Lucky hadn’t seen before in handcuffs. Damn. How much backup had money man brought?
More emerged. How many people were in there? All around him radios crackled, offering up bits and pieces of information. Two dead from the warehouse, one officer down.
Shit. Two dead. Please, please, please. Not Bo.
A man nearly as large as Walter, with the same, you’d-better-do-as-I-said bark reached down a hand. “Would you mind pointing your gun in some other direction?” The cop lowered his gun and backed away.
Lucky struggled to his feet.
“Agent Harrison?” The man kept his grip on Lucky’s hand.
“Some days.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Special Agent Gaskins, DEA.”
“My partner…”
“All our men are accounted for. One casualty—one of our own. I lost a good man tonight.”
“There were two suspects involved directly in the drug deal.”
“Can you identify them?” Agent Gaskins towered over Lucky but kept his voice low.
Lucky nodded. “Yeah.”
“Come with me.”
Lucky followed Gaskins into the building, past the conference room full of blue uniforms into the warehouse. Two cops stood guard over a body.
A semi-automatic lay on the floor next to the deceased. Bo’s.
“That’s the man I brought here, the supplier.” Lucky nodded to the body. “The buyer was bleeding last I saw him, and exited the building right before your men arrived.”
“We’ve got him on camera, and we’re looking for him now.”
“Good. Can you tell me what went down at the airport?”
“Arrested four, and found a pallet of unmarked boxes. We backed off to let the lab handle cleanup.” Gaskins rubbed a hand over his head. “They know better what we’re dealing with. I hate the shit these assholes are bringing into this country.”
