More Harm Than Good - Trevellyan 03 by Andrew Grant

Author:Andrew Grant
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2012-07-18T18:30:00+00:00

I didn’t hear Pearson’s and Jones’s footsteps pounding along the upstairs corridor until I was half way down the second flight of stairs. They were moving fast, and coming in my direction. I took the remaining stairs two at a time, but when I reached the bottom I didn’t go back into the room we’d passed through before. I headed for the one opposite. It was a similar size. Its floor had a similar covering of debris. Similar graffiti was daubed on the walls. But there was no external door.

None of the windows had any glass left in them, so I crossed to the nearest one and peered out. There was no sign of anyone watching, so I climbed through the empty casement and dropped down between a bush and the wall. I paused, then started towards the far end of the building. The foliage gave me cover for about three quarters of the distance, and I cleared the rest of the ground without attracting any unwelcome attention. That left me at the corner of the west wing, almost directly under the window we’d used for observation.

The motorcycle was still lying on its side, diagonally to my right, with the old asylum building behind it. The bullets that hit it came from the left. That meant I’d either have to go back and find a way to loop the opposite way around the site, or take the direct route and cross the sniper’s field of fire. One option was impractical. The other, undesirable. But time was also a consideration - a major one - so I made the decision. I took a deep breath, drew my Beretta, then broke cover.

The ground was deceptively slippery in front of the asylum building, and I almost lost my footing as I rounded the corner on the far side of the abandoned motorcycle. But at least no one shot at me as I crossed the open space, and straight away I could see that Melissa and Leckie were both in one piece. I wasn’t so sure about the guy from the bike, though. He was lying on the ground between them, not moving, and as I stepped closer I could see his leathers were soaked with blood from a crescent-shaped gash on his neck.

“This isn’t good, David,” Melissa said, when I reached her side.

Leckie turned away from me and slammed the palm of his hand into the wall.

“This isn’t good at all,” she said, and I noticed the right side of her face was splattered with faint droplets of blood.

“What happened?” I said. “I didn’t see him get hit.”

“He didn’t,” she said. “A spent round hit the wall and kicked out a fragment of stone, is the best we can figure it. Unbelievable bad luck.”

I heard footsteps approaching from behind me and a second later Pearson and Jones appeared around the corner of the building. Pearson had a rifle in one hand, and a metal worker’s file in the other.

“We’ll never trace the gun, now, if he rammed this down the barrel,” he said, brandishing the file.

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