Slaughterhouse by KA Lugo

Author:KA Lugo
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: depression sadness hopelessness sorrow, psychological thriller suspense mystery whodunit, private detective investigator gumshoe sleuthhound, slaughter slaughtered murder homicide manslaughter, san francisco chinatown north beach little italy, fbi task force dea marshals rico ice, gangs drugs black market weapons human trafficing
Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

"We'd hit a lot of head shops around the city. Some of them a few times . . . the easiest ones, ya know?"

"Any of them belong to the Jade Dragons?"

Armstrong nodded. "They were as easy as the other head shops, so we thought the one in Chinatown would be the same. By then, we had things dialed into perfection."

"So you thought.”

"At the time, we didn't know anything about who ran the Dragon shops or who owned them, but since the others were easy in-and-outs . . .”

"Tell me what happened."

“From the moment we walked into the Chinatown shop, we knew we were in a whole other world. Everything we'd learned from knocking over the other shops went out the window and things went south fast. It was like the first place we'd robbed—back to square one, like we didn't know what we were doing."

Armstrong shifted in his chair and looked out the window. He tightened his arms around his chest. He was frazzled. When he finally looked back at Jack, he said, "We played it by the book . . . what we'd learned from robbing the other shops. Go in with masks on, all of us dressed in black. We each had different colored T-shirts on under the black shirts so when we took them off outside, no one could identify us on the street."

Jack nodded. "I get it. Go on."

"First, we cased the shop. When we knew there weren’t any customers, we went in and fanned out. Tristan locked the door and turned the sign to closed. Kyle went to the counter, gun drawn, and got the counter guy under control. Then Tristan and I helped ourselves to the money in the register. Easy.”

Jack rolled a hand, urging Armstrong to hurry up.

“The next thing was for Kyle to take the counter guy into the back office to get the heavier shit—most of those shops have an under-the-counter trade. And it's surprising how many shops keep large amounts of petty cash in little metal lockboxes in their desk drawer.”

"But?”

“Normally, we’d take the stash and run, but when Kyle and the counter guy came back to the shop, they weren’t alone. They'd seen us come in on the CCTV or some shit because as the office door opened they were all standing with guns drawn like some goddamn Bruce Lee movie. When one of the thugs pushed Kyle toward me and Tristan, he freaked and started shooting. He hit the counter guy and bullets started flying. Tristan and I ran for cover behind the displays, but Kyle took a bullet before he’d emptied his clip." Armstrong sat up straight and looked Jack square in the eye. "You have to understand. Until then, we'd never shot anyone. I don't know where Kyle got the gun or if it even actually worked. It was just meant for show. I didn’t even know it was loaded."

"Warren's weapon was the only one? You and Rybak were unarmed?" Armstrong nodded. "Okay. Then what? You and Rybak obviously survived.

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