here?" Wade said to Bobby. He was pissed. "Or do I have to do everything?"
"Whoever you are," Samir said, looking up from the floor, "you better hope I don't find you."
Wade stepped over to him and jammed the barrel end of the shotgun against his cheek. "You threatenin' me, Abdul?" Wade kicked him in the ribs and Samir grunted. Wade kicked him in the face and rocked his head.
Karen came in the room and said, "What are you doing?" She stepped between Wade and Samir, aiming her Smith & Wesson.357 Airweight at Wade's chest. "I told you and we agreed, no one was supposed to get hurt."
"He asked for it," Wade said, on the defensive.
Samir was moaning and his face was a mess, bruised, swelling up and bleeding from Wade's steel-tipped biker boots. Karen got on her knees and rolled Samir on his back and put a pillow from the couch under his head. He was out, unconscious. He needed a doctor. She'd have to call EMS.
Karen was watching Bobby roll the safe out of Samir's office when she heard the shotgun blast and it startled her it was so loud. She ran down the hall to the kitchen, and looked in the doorway and all she saw was blood, spatters of it on the white walls and white tile floor and even on the ceiling. More blood was covering the crumpled figure of a man on the floor, she now recognized as Yalda, the cook, his white shirt splotched with red. Wade was standing there with the shotgun, a crazed look on his face, aiming at Ricky and a young guy she didn't recognize. They were lying on the floor, and their hands and feet were duct-taped together.
Bobby came in behind her and squeezed through the doorway into the kitchen. "We've got to get out of here," he said to Wade.
Wade glanced at him and said, "They know what I look like." He aimed the shotgun at Ricky on the floor.
"Be cool," Bobby said. "I need your help in the other room."
Wade lowered the shotgun and Bobby and Lloyd escorted him into the foyer where the safe was. It was a tense moment, she could see Wade, the psycho, shooting everyone, including them.
"What did I say? Jesus, what's the one thing I told you not to do?" Karen said, adrenaline still pumping. She was glancing over her shoulder at Wade in the back seat behind Bobby. They were moving down Samir's driveway, heading for the street.
Wade said, "What the fuck do you know about it?"
"I know the police are going to be involved now, you dipstick." She was trying to get her money back and now she was involved in a murder, two, if Samir didn't make it.
"I didn't have a choice." Wade glanced at Lloyd. "Tell her."
"He pulled a gun," Lloyd said.
"What's done is done," Bobby said. "Don't worry about something you can't do anything about."
"Thanks for the inspiring words," Karen said. "I'll try to remember that when the police come looking for me."
They'd taken off the police hats and jackets and stuffed them in a plastic bag that Lloyd threw out the window. What kind of bonehead move was that? Karen lit a cigarette. She took a right on
Coolidge. The safe shifted and rolled with a bang , crashing against the opposite side of the minivan. She glanced in the rearview mirror at Lloyd. "I thought you had that thing tied down." She looked through the windshield, eyes back on the road, trying to calm down. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Nobody was supposed to get hurt.
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Chapter Twelve
O'Clair smelled kitty litter and sneezed as he walked in the apartment.
Megan said, "God bless you."
O'Clair hated cats. He was also allergic to them. In a few minutes his eyes would start to itch and his nose would run. A strawberry blond cat appeared, rubbing against his leg. He could hear music coming from another room, nothing familiar, some kind of rock tune.
"That's
"Whoever you are," Samir said, looking up from the floor, "you better hope I don't find you."
Wade stepped over to him and jammed the barrel end of the shotgun against his cheek. "You threatenin' me, Abdul?" Wade kicked him in the ribs and Samir grunted. Wade kicked him in the face and rocked his head.
Karen came in the room and said, "What are you doing?" She stepped between Wade and Samir, aiming her Smith & Wesson.357 Airweight at Wade's chest. "I told you and we agreed, no one was supposed to get hurt."
"He asked for it," Wade said, on the defensive.
Samir was moaning and his face was a mess, bruised, swelling up and bleeding from Wade's steel-tipped biker boots. Karen got on her knees and rolled Samir on his back and put a pillow from the couch under his head. He was out, unconscious. He needed a doctor. She'd have to call EMS.
Karen was watching Bobby roll the safe out of Samir's office when she heard the shotgun blast and it startled her it was so loud. She ran down the hall to the kitchen, and looked in the doorway and all she saw was blood, spatters of it on the white walls and white tile floor and even on the ceiling. More blood was covering the crumpled figure of a man on the floor, she now recognized as Yalda, the cook, his white shirt splotched with red. Wade was standing there with the shotgun, a crazed look on his face, aiming at Ricky and a young guy she didn't recognize. They were lying on the floor, and their hands and feet were duct-taped together.
Bobby came in behind her and squeezed through the doorway into the kitchen. "We've got to get out of here," he said to Wade.
Wade glanced at him and said, "They know what I look like." He aimed the shotgun at Ricky on the floor.
"Be cool," Bobby said. "I need your help in the other room."
Wade lowered the shotgun and Bobby and Lloyd escorted him into the foyer where the safe was. It was a tense moment, she could see Wade, the psycho, shooting everyone, including them.
"What did I say? Jesus, what's the one thing I told you not to do?" Karen said, adrenaline still pumping. She was glancing over her shoulder at Wade in the back seat behind Bobby. They were moving down Samir's driveway, heading for the street.
Wade said, "What the fuck do you know about it?"
"I know the police are going to be involved now, you dipstick." She was trying to get her money back and now she was involved in a murder, two, if Samir didn't make it.
"I didn't have a choice." Wade glanced at Lloyd. "Tell her."
"He pulled a gun," Lloyd said.
"What's done is done," Bobby said. "Don't worry about something you can't do anything about."
"Thanks for the inspiring words," Karen said. "I'll try to remember that when the police come looking for me."
They'd taken off the police hats and jackets and stuffed them in a plastic bag that Lloyd threw out the window. What kind of bonehead move was that? Karen lit a cigarette. She took a right on
Coolidge. The safe shifted and rolled with a bang , crashing against the opposite side of the minivan. She glanced in the rearview mirror at Lloyd. "I thought you had that thing tied down." She looked through the windshield, eyes back on the road, trying to calm down. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Nobody was supposed to get hurt.
----
Chapter Twelve
O'Clair smelled kitty litter and sneezed as he walked in the apartment.
Megan said, "God bless you."
O'Clair hated cats. He was also allergic to them. In a few minutes his eyes would start to itch and his nose would run. A strawberry blond cat appeared, rubbing against his leg. He could hear music coming from another room, nothing familiar, some kind of rock tune.
"That's
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