Chapter 73

Daniel held on, and only when the spurting stopped did he try to figure out how to buckle the belt on so that it would stay tight. He ended up stabbing the tongue through the leather. The bullet had gone through Bernard’s upper arm and not his thigh, or he would have bled out by now. Daniel put a bloody set of fingers to the thick throat to find that Bernard’s pulse fluttered like a hummingbird’s, so fast it was dizzying, but steady.

That was when he saw the gun belt around Bernard’s waist. The Smith and Wesson M&P .357 automatic sat there, heavy and solid. Daniel sighed, mentally apologized to Clark, unbuckled the gun belt from Bernard’s waist, and then looked up into Bernard’s brown eyes.

“I’m afraid I have to take this, Bernard.”

“Didn’t see nuthin’,” Bernard whispered. “You get him, Danny. Right?”

“Right.”