Hard Shot (A Jon Reznick Thriller) by J. B. Turner

Author:J. B. Turner [Turner, J. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
ISBN: 9781542006132
Published: 2019-10-16T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty

Bullets peppered the sand, dangerously close.

Reznick dove for the cover of nearby sand dunes. He hunkered down. A dull phut sounded as a shot tore into the long, sandy grass. He was breathing hard. Another bullet. And another. Then nothing.

He waited, not daring to move.

Reznick couldn’t just keep wondering how long the gunman would hang around. He scrambled up the dunes and peered over the top. In the distance he saw what looked like a thickset white man getting into a black SUV. The car sped off.

Reznick ran back down the beach and crouched over the dead cop’s bloodied body. “Oh shit, Jimmy.”

The sound of chopper blades echoed in the distance. He turned and saw the FBI helicopter swooping in low as it prepared to land on the beach.

He looked up, frantically waving his arms. “Here! Here!”

Reznick felt the downdraft from the rotor blades. The sand was whipping up in his face. He screwed up his eyes and turned his back on the chopper. He felt a terrible chasm begin to open within him. He was responsible. He wondered if he could have prevented the killing. Was it just bad timing? Had the sniper been keeping watch on Greer, or had someone followed Reznick and he’d led them straight to Greer? Was the killer Todd O’Keefe?

His mind began to race ahead as the chopper set down. He realized he couldn’t leave Greer’s still-warm body just lying on the beach. It would soon be swarming with cops and God knows who else. He needed to get Greer’s body out of there. Besides, the bullets that had killed him could also be identified by the medical examiner during an autopsy.

He hunkered down for a few more moments as the helicopter landed. The door opened. The guy inside signaled him toward the chopper.

Reznick slid one hand under Greer’s torn, bloodied head and one under his legs, and carried the body. The Fed inside the chopper nodded, pulling the body inside.

“Jon Reznick?” the Fed asked.

Reznick nodded. “Yeah. We need to get out of here, son.”

“Who is he?”

“Ex-NYPD cop, Jimmy Greer. We are not leaving him here. Under any circumstances.”

The Fed nodded. “Agreed.”

Reznick slumped in a seat and buckled himself up, a million thoughts running through his head as he strapped Greer’s lifeless body in beside him. The Fed adjusted his headset and strapped himself in on the other side.

The pilot leaned back and handed Reznick a headset. He put it on.

The pilot’s voice filled his ears. “I was just asked to pick you up here and take you back to Manhattan. What the hell is this?”

“This is a dead ex-NYPD officer.”

“That’s not my problem.”

“It is now. Listen, a sniper just took this guy out. He got in a black SUV and sped off. I want you to find the bastard that did this. Can you try and track him?”

“Negative,” the pilot said. “My orders are very specific. To pick you up, and only you, and take you straight back to Manhattan.”

“I’ll get you the authorization.

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