Chapter 21

“Mother fucking son of a bitch,” Mike swore as he took in the scene, lit only by the light from the hallway.

Irwin was crumpled on the floor in the middle of the room. Blood flowed from a wound in his chest and a second one above his ear. Mike heard movement, looked up, and barely saw the man standing in the corner of the room holding a weapon aimed in his direction.

Raising his gun, Mike said, “Drop it, put your hands behind you head. Now!”

The man looked as if he was going to obey, lowering his weapon momentarily, then he raised it and fired. 5

“Let’s head to Sage’s, to see if he managed to pass on my message to Mike,” Brody said, soon after ten that night. “This waiting is driving me crazy.”