Standing outside the office, Evan spoke loud and precise. Lady, open the
door or I will break it fucking down. Silence. Maybe the woman had spotted
the back exit, been smart enough to leave.
Have it your way. Evan lashed out with his boot. The door shivered in
its frame, but held. As he stepped back to wind up again, a sharp roar tore
a chunk of wood out of the door, spraying splinters in all directions. As
the second bullet punched through, Danny remembered the gun in the open
For a hesitant second nothing happened.
Then Evan exploded. Whatever demons shooting the pawnshop owner had freed
took control of him again. He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger,
aiming in a triangle of quick blasts. Not pointing at the lock but trying to
hit her, trying to kill. At Dannys feet, the man groaned. Evan frothed and
raged, kicking the door again. The frame was cracking, and Danny thought he
could hear a whimper behind it. Everything had gone crazy, he was standing
beside a pool of blood, Evan making enough noise to pull people for blocks,
the lights on, for Christs sake, the fucking lights on.
Danny had taken two falls, one county and one state, done the time like a
man, but for this theyd get years.
No. No more.
He opened the front door and slipped out into the night. His body
screamed to run, just go, but he made himself walk. Not draw attention. Just
a guy headed for the El, nothing noteworthy about that.
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