Nancy A. Collins - Sonja Blue 6 - Dead Roses for a Blue Lady.wps by Crystal & Billy

Author:Crystal & Billy [Crystal & Billy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T23:28:46.103000+00:00

It couldn't have taken more than ten minutes, fifteen tops, for me to finish off the dead boy cowering in the alley then shag it over to Water Street. I could smell the blood from two blocks away, and glimpsed the flames a block later. The bastard sure worked fast.

The decrepit row house where the Regent Sides had their so-called "headquarters" was

Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) little more than a squat with plumbing and electricity, full to overflowing with junked furniture and empty pizza boxes, which probably had a lot to do with the speed at which the flames were devouring it.

There were bodies scattered along the sidewalk leading to the burning building that looked like they'd gotten up-close-and-personal with the business end of Sadler's shotgun. I shook my head in silent admiration. Sadler was definitely a class act in the mayhem department. I glanced around, looking for a sign of the walking dead man, but didn't spot him. Then I heard the screams coming from inside 605 Water.

At first all I saw was a beautiful and deadly curtain of orange and yellow flame, then the figure of a man emerged from the inferno's heart. Although the screams were growing louder and closer, the figure moved with an unhurried, purposeful stride. As Sadler exited the burning building and headed down the steps to the street, I saw the source of the screams was the man he was dragging behind him by a pair of blood-red suspenders.

Less than fifteen minutes earlier, the leader of the Regent Sides had been a young, relatively decent-looking white man. Now he looked like 180 pounds of barbecued kielbasa. Except that barbequed kielbasas usually don't scream at the top of their lungs.

Once he'd cleared the fire, it was clear that Sadler was in even worse shape than the pathetic little neo-nazi he was towing behind him like a demented pull-toy. Big chunks of flesh were missing from his face, chest, and arms. What I first mistook as sweat running down his forehead and dripping from his face was actually fat, and his hair was burned right down to his skull. The intense heat had caused his gums to shrivel, exposing the teeth in his mouth all the way to the root and giving him a decided death's head appearance when he smiled in my direction.

"Looks like you've got things in hand here," I observed, nudging one of the Regent Sides splattered across the pavement. "So—is it over?"

"Not yet," he replied, a burp of smoke escaping his lips as he spoke. Sadler hurled the hideously burned skinhead into the gutter. The Regent Side's leader looked like a giant blister in a sooty white T-shirt and red suspenders. He lifted his seared hands, whether to beg forgiveness or block out the sight of his nemesis was unsure. His eyes without lashes or brows, were still startlingly blue, especially in contrast to the lobster-red ruin of what was once his face.

"Help me, lady, " he pleaded.

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