Debt of Honor by Dallas Gorham

Author:Dallas Gorham [Gorham, Dallas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePublishing Works!

Thirteen

“Hank, please cut Gunner loose,” Chuck said. He covered Kang with his rifle.

Hank sliced through the cable ties with a Ka-Bar knife and Gunner fell from the chair.

Chuck yanked off the black hood. Gunner’s face was bruised, bloody, and cut but he grunted and his chest moved.

Chuck must have been holding his breath, because suddenly he breathed again. Gunner was alive.

Hank knelt beside Gunner and checked his pulse. “Pulse is slow but solid. He’s been drugged.”

Hank tugged up Gunner’s left sleeve to reveal a needle mark on the bicep.

Chuck recalled his and Hank’s visit to the medical examiner’s office. “Same place as Phil’s injection. Secure the three prisoners with cable ties. After Pete finishes looking for more Chinese, search again for a syringe and vials of sodium thiopental. Until then, I’ll attend to Gunner’s wounds as best I can.”

As Chuck finished with the disinfectant and the bandages, Pete returned. “The building is clear. We found them all: five bodies and three prisoners. I texted Snoop and Angie. I’ll open the back door.”

“Thanks, Pete. Did you notice any syringes or vials of sodium thiopental?”

“No, but I was searching for Chinese gangsters.”

“Okay, thanks. Search the building again. This time for drugs and syringes. Look for blood stains or cutting tools. A crosscut saw or a machete or hatchet.”

“Is this where they killed your friend?”

“If they killed him, this could be the crime scene. Anything you find, don’t touch it. You have evidence gloves?”

“Sure,” Pete said. “I carry nitrile gloves, but why worry about preserving evidence? What about these guys never living to stand trial?”

“Let’s keep all options open. Replace your utility glovers with nitrile gloves. Don’t contaminate evidence. Capisce?”

“Hooah.”

Gunner moaned and rolled his neck.

“He’s coming around,” Hank said. “I wish we had someplace he could lie down other than a concrete floor. How about the back of that SUV?”

Chuck unhitched his pack. “Too small. Empty the rucksacks and make a pallet.”

Snoop and Angie joined them.

Hank arranged six empty rucksacks and they laid Gunner on the pile. It was the best they could do.

Kang slumped on his side on the concrete with his hands fastened behind him and his ankles cinched tight. “My man is wounded. You should tend to him also.”

The leg wound of the man in the gray suit was through-and-through in the fleshy part of the calf. It was bleeding, but the flow had slackened. If the bullet clipped an artery, he would be dead before Chuck could call an ambulance. Not that he would have called an ambulance for those killers. Besides, Chuck needed someone to question, someone who spoke English. This guy wore a suit. Chuck figured he was an officer.

Chuck applied an Israeli emergency pressure bandage. He had kept Israeli bandages in his first aid kit for years, but the only time he’d used one was when Serbian gangsters shot him in the Florida Everglades. It kept him alive until Snoop got him to a hospital. This bandage would hold until they decided what to do with him.

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