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I yanked the door open, then let out a choked cry as a masked sogered and landed in a sprawl on an to scrabble back to un pointed at un ordered
At first I thought that my attacker was Ed It was the fact that he didn’t instantly shoot ave me the first clue that it wasn’t I was pretty sure Ed wouldn’t be giving et the drop on hi someone in a ski mask in south Louisiana threw un pointed at ical reason he could be wearing a ski mask Okay, so it was a little chilly, but a ski mask was a bit of overkill, wasn’t it? Or ies No, not baklava--that’s soel!
My pulse thudded as I scrambled to my feet About three feet separated us Could I take him? I was someell fed on brains, but not tanked all the way up and certainly not overloaded to the point where I had super zoood bit and broad-shouldered On the other hand I knehat it was like to get shot While I was trying to stop Ed fro off his head, Ed had shot me twice in the chest--an experience I really had no desire to repeat, ’cause, yeah, it hurt
But if this wasn’t Ed, as it and what the fuck was going on?
"The body," he said, with a jerk of the gun toward the hallway "Open the cooler and give it to me Or I kill you," he added, tone so even that I had zero doubt that he would
A thousand scenarios flashed throughhim off, but I discarded them as quickly as they crowded into et to hiht hi shot--or rather, I didn’t fear dying froht not be able to stop hi the body he was after, in which case I’d have been shot for nothing Besides, I knew there were security caue I didn’t have to get shot The evidence of this guy forcing his way in would be on that tape Or hard drive Or whatever it was that security cao out to the van to get one of my brain slushies out of my cooler That would be recorded Plus, I’d have to clean up the blood before anyone saw it to avoid having to explain how I could be shot and yet not have any gunshot wounds Oh, and I didn’t have a change of clothes…
Much easier to si a deep breath, I turned and walked down the hallway to the cooler,in my code on the touchpad, I pulled the door open and stepped back
He didn’t take the bait "Bring the body out," he said in a low pleasant voice, as if he was offering to carry oing to steal my body, why did I have to do all the work?
"Which body?" I asked "I picked up two tonight"
"Kearny"
Stepping into the cooler, I was briefly teured that he’d surely check This guy was cool as ice and wouldn’t be fooled that easily Besides, the body of the guy we scraped up out at the factory was already pretty da the bag
I gave the appropriate body bag a yank and hauled it out onto one of the gurneys, then pushed it out and into the hallway "What now? Do you wantit to your car for you?" I couldn’t quite keep the obnoxious out of"Now that would be rude of , I went ahead and pushed the gurney and its cargo to the door
"That’s good enough," he said "Now if you’d please turn around and face the wall"
My pulse ju there--no emotion or stress If he wanted me to face the wall so that he could shoot ood chance I could actually die froiveNo,on in the , and they’d assume I was dead-for-real I’d probably be autopsied and all that shit And, godal and willing to attack anyone nearby, such as Nick or, worse, Dr Leblanc?