The Bloomsday Dead: A Novel by Adrian McKinty

Author:Adrian McKinty [McKinty, Adrian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General, Fiction, Mystery & Detective, Literary, Hard-Boiled, Thrillers
ISBN: 9781451613230
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Published: 2010-11-15T01:15:54+00:00

No point pissing about. The boat with a forty-five-degree list that was rapidly becoming a right angle. I crawled across the deck to the edge of the rail. The .38 slipped out of my hand and clattered down toward the cabin. Almost vertical now. Foolish to go after it. I’d be in for a dunking or worse. I climbed through the safety rail, sat on the edge of the Ginger Bap, and, like a big white rat, jumped off the sinking ship and landed on one of the fenders.

I pulled myself up onto the Lagan path, walked over to the coppers.

“Everybody ok?”

Zapata was sitting up. The woman standing. The others in agony, shrapnel making them feel like they were pincushions. I didn’t see anyone dying, though. I bent down to adjust the straps on my prosthesis.

“Who the fuck are you?” Zapata asked.

“I’m from America. FBI. Going after that guy,” I said.

“What guy?”

“The guy who fired the RPG is hit but he’s running,” I had to explain so they didn’t bloody shoot at me when I legged it.

That was all I had to say. Zapata nodded, bought it.

“Just for the record, I think they were trying to kill me, not you. You were merely in the wrong place at the wrong time,” I said and ran up the embankment after Mr. RPG.

I stopped for a quarter of a second at the place where they’d done the hit. The Jimpy was seething, the van was peppered with bullet holes and had two flat tires. A blood trail led down the alley. I was right, Blondie had hit him. A goddamn markswoman, that lass. She had killed the Jimpy guy and plugged this character, too.

In other circumstances, I would have gone back and proposed.

I followed the trail behind the first of the condo buildings, lost it on the pavement, and found it at a rusting yellow trash compactor where he’d paused for a second, leaning on it, getting a breather and revealing his position with his bloody paws.

He’d turned left and continued running along this street, which was parallel to the Lagan.

Worried me. If he kept going straight, eventually this road led out of these bankside condo developments and into a feeder road for the city. Once he was on that he could lose himself in the crowds.

He had a big lead, but he was hit bad and I was angry.

The blood drops closer now.

He was moving slower.

Two feet between drops.

Then one foot.

Then six inches.

I was near. I turned a corner. The trail led between two large apartment buildings and abruptly stopped.

Had he climbed into a getaway car? No way. They had come in that damn van and the van was still parked along the embankment.

I scanned the alley.

Concrete walls. No doors leading into the apartment buildings and no obvious hiding places like trash bins or a skip. I ran to the end of the street.

A field, a piece of waste ground, and one of the main roads.

Shit. I’d bloody lost him? It didn’t make sense.

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