The Warhol Incident by G K Parks

Author:G K Parks [Parks, G K]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780989195812
Publisher: Modus Operandi
Published: 2013-08-17T22:00:00+00:00

Twenty

“Go,” Jean-Pierre said firmly. I didn’t move. “Allez!” he screamed.

I turned and pulled myself out the broken window, noticing the men who had been in pursuit were now crumpled in unconscious heaps on the ground. Did Jean-Pierre take them out and assist my escape? I couldn’t be sure, but right now, I had to get out of here. Climbing out the window, I landed face first on the ground and was immediately surrounded by the police tactical unit.

They shouted at me in French, so I stayed where I was, not moving. “You’re late,” I yelled at them. At least ten weapons were trained on me while a couple of guys held me roughly against the ground, handcuffed me, and secured my knife. Brilliant, arrest the goddamn hostage. If I hadn’t just been through the wringer, I might have said as much. Instead, I remained face down on the ground until I heard Ryan’s Irish accent breaking through all the French.

“Get off of her,” he was getting closer, “and take those bloody cuffs off. Now.” Someone gently released the cold metal from my battered and bleeding wrists.

“What happened? You stopped for a fucking croissant on the way here?” I asked as Ryan helped me to my feet. “I thought you had my back.”

“I’m here now.” He ushered me out of the danger zone, throwing a jacket emblazoned with the word police over my shoulders, and placed me inside one of the SUVs parked on the outskirts of the strike zone.

“Gustav’s not dead. He’s inside, or he was inside. Abelard, too,” I relayed as much pertinent information as I could.

“I know. Agent Jablonsky phoned us. We’ll get them,” Ryan promised. He assessed my appearance. “Are you okay?”

“Do I look okay?”

He gently rolled up one of my blood-soaked sleeves and looked at my wrist.

“Donough,” a voice called, and he turned. “There’s something inside you need to see.”

“Go. I’ll be fine.”

He looked at me uncertainly before heading for the warehouse. I shut my eyes and rested my head against the car seat. I wasn’t dead. Maybe run over by a steamroller and set on fire, but not dead.

“Madame Parker.” Reneaux stood in front of me. I didn’t know how long I had been sitting in the SUV or how long he had been standing there. A substantial amount of time must have passed since most of the police vehicles were gone. “It seems you are evidence.” I wasn’t sure if Reneaux’s English was a little faulty or my ability to process words was impaired. “How do you feel about going to the crime lab, where a medic will meet you, instead of the hospital?”

“Okay.” I would have agreed to anything at this point. Reneaux nodded, and Ryan got in on the driver’s side. Turning in the seat so I was facing forward, I let Reneaux shut my door.

“What happened back there?” Ryan asked, flipping on the siren and driving at breakneck speed to the police station.

I gave him the play-by-play, knowing I would be repeating this story a few more times.

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