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Can you ever hold on to a ghost?
Elliot is tracking an elusive killer, codenamed Ghost, with ties to organized crime. Every time the Sanctuary team gets close, Ghost slips their grasp.
Cole has nowhere left to turn. With his father dying and his sister in danger, he turns for help to the very people trying to track him down. Sanctuary’s assistance is what he needs to punch another hole in Varga’s organization.
When Elliot and Cole meet, it isn’t just passion that consumes them. When lust becomes something more, Elliot realizes that sometimes you can’t hold on to a ghost, and that sacrifice is often the only way to make things right.
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Excerpt
Chapter 1
“This is not going to end well,” his sister
warned him, an edge to her voice.
warned him, an edge to her voice.
“I just need five minutes.” Cole was aiming for
composed and in control, despite the fact his adrenaline was spiking dangerously
high. Where was his center? Where was his ability to see events unfold before
him with calm consideration?
composed and in control, despite the fact his adrenaline was spiking dangerously
high. Where was his center? Where was his ability to see events unfold before
him with calm consideration?
Gone as soon as your two
worlds began to collide with the horrible realization that today would finally be
the day you might not make it out alive.
worlds began to collide with the horrible realization that today would finally be
the day you might not make it out alive.
“Cole—”
“Do your job, sis.”
“Fuck you, big brother.”
Cole didn’t answer that one. As the controller
of the op, she wouldn’t take her eyes off the meeting she was tasked with
watching—six of Varga’s key men in a restaurant on Halsted, giving him the heads-up
when they disbanded and headed toward the run-down warehouse district for the
meeting. He was there to deal with a man who didn’t deserve to live on this
earth, and he was already fighting the sickness roiling in his stomach.
of the op, she wouldn’t take her eyes off the meeting she was tasked with
watching—six of Varga’s key men in a restaurant on Halsted, giving him the heads-up
when they disbanded and headed toward the run-down warehouse district for the
meeting. He was there to deal with a man who didn’t deserve to live on this
earth, and he was already fighting the sickness roiling in his stomach.
Unfortunately, things had taken a turn for the
worse, and Cole wished he could say he’d expected the shit to hit the fan, but
he hadn’t. He’d honestly thought tonight would go smoothly given he’d evaded
Sanctuary again.
worse, and Cole wished he could say he’d expected the shit to hit the fan, but
he hadn’t. He’d honestly thought tonight would go smoothly given he’d evaded
Sanctuary again.
He’d been the mouse avoiding the trap for so
long that he’d not seen the pattern emerging. Slowly but surely, Sanctuary was getting closer, the proverbial thorn in his
side. It was as though they were second-guessing him, tracking him enough to
see patterns.
long that he’d not seen the pattern emerging. Slowly but surely, Sanctuary was getting closer, the proverbial thorn in his
side. It was as though they were second-guessing him, tracking him enough to
see patterns.
Patterns killed people in his line of work.
He checked his gun, considered holstering it.
No one was supposed to die tonight; it was just a deal—money for human lives—something
he’d been working on for months. His job was to fix this, but Sanctuary kept
getting in his way.
No one was supposed to die tonight; it was just a deal—money for human lives—something
he’d been working on for months. His job was to fix this, but Sanctuary kept
getting in his way.
And if they caught up with him again, with
their do-good meddling and their freaking unanswered questions, he was way too smart to get caught.
their do-good meddling and their freaking unanswered questions, he was way too smart to get caught.
Normally.
“Bad guys are only five minutes out,” his
sister warned again. He didn’t answer, and she wouldn’t expect him to. “And
you’ve got company with Sanctuary
tracking your way.”
sister warned again. He didn’t answer, and she wouldn’t expect him to. “And
you’ve got company with Sanctuary
tracking your way.”
“Fuck.”
“You need me there?”
Cole weighed his options. She needed to be with
their father, who couldn’t be left, so it was just Cole and his gun and his
sorely tested wits.
their father, who couldn’t be left, so it was just Cole and his gun and his
sorely tested wits.
He’d need his gun if he needed to get away from
that Sanctuary fucker Elliot. The man was like a dog with a bone, and Cole
couldn’t afford to be compromised
tonight. Every meeting, every mission, Elliot got closer, yet Cole couldn’t
move from his spot or everything would go to shit and he’d lose his chance of
getting the best human return for his cash.
that Sanctuary fucker Elliot. The man was like a dog with a bone, and Cole
couldn’t afford to be compromised
tonight. Every meeting, every mission, Elliot got closer, yet Cole couldn’t
move from his spot or everything would go to shit and he’d lose his chance of
getting the best human return for his cash.
Sanctuary was the elite, but
he knew he was better, or he’d have died a long time ago. Bravado and confidence had gotten
him this far in life, mostly unharmed and
thankfully alive. But if Elliot arrived when the shit was hitting the fan, he’d
be collateral damage, and Cole wasn’t ready to work on those terms.
he knew he was better, or he’d have died a long time ago. Bravado and confidence had gotten
him this far in life, mostly unharmed and
thankfully alive. But if Elliot arrived when the shit was hitting the fan, he’d
be collateral damage, and Cole wasn’t ready to work on those terms.
He moved even deeper into the shadows, his back
against the brick wall, an exit to the street on his right, the parking lot on
his left. Above his head was the fire escape pull-down ladder for that apartment block; at his feet, the ground was damp with the rain that
had only eased up a few minutes ago, and distant streetlights sparkled in
puddle remnants just outside the cloak of darkness. Everything was quiet; but
moments away, following fuck-knows-what lead to get there, was Sanctuary.
against the brick wall, an exit to the street on his right, the parking lot on
his left. Above his head was the fire escape pull-down ladder for that apartment block; at his feet, the ground was damp with the rain that
had only eased up a few minutes ago, and distant streetlights sparkled in
puddle remnants just outside the cloak of darkness. Everything was quiet; but
moments away, following fuck-knows-what lead to get there, was Sanctuary.
Or, more correctly, Elliot, with his dogged
determination and his uncanny ability to see beyond a scene and know exactly
where Cole had gone.
determination and his uncanny ability to see beyond a scene and know exactly
where Cole had gone.
Last time, Elliot had only missed him by a
single minute, and Cole wasn’t ashamed to admit that the near misses sent a
frisson of excitement up his spine. Too often he’d been the steady one, staring
down a scope, a surgical removal to keep others safe, distanced from the kill
and the action. The cat and mouse with Elliot was
a game that he was enjoying far too much.
single minute, and Cole wasn’t ashamed to admit that the near misses sent a
frisson of excitement up his spine. Too often he’d been the steady one, staring
down a scope, a surgical removal to keep others safe, distanced from the kill
and the action. The cat and mouse with Elliot was
a game that he was enjoying far too much.
Add to which, Elliot was gorgeous and sexy, and all kinds of a hard-ass, and Cole was happy to surveil the guy
every moment he could. Elliot was a good guy
who didn’t smile much, but he’d broken up with his boyfriend two months before;
he shopped organically and lived close to the place Sanctuary called Head
Office in Chicago. All things being even, Elliot would score high on Cole’s
list of ideal attributes in a lover. There was nothing better than roughing up
an organic-loving tight-ass and reducing him to a puddle of goo in the middle
of snow-white sheets.
every moment he could. Elliot was a good guy
who didn’t smile much, but he’d broken up with his boyfriend two months before;
he shopped organically and lived close to the place Sanctuary called Head
Office in Chicago. All things being even, Elliot would score high on Cole’s
list of ideal attributes in a lover. There was nothing better than roughing up
an organic-loving tight-ass and reducing him to a puddle of goo in the middle
of snow-white sheets.
Not that he’d spent a long time fantasizing
about Elliot naked and in his bed.
about Elliot naked and in his bed.
He listened for the tiny noises that would give Elliot’s arrival away, not as close as
breathing, but his movement could block sounds from the street beyond, if only
infinitesimally.
breathing, but his movement could block sounds from the street beyond, if only
infinitesimally.
The cold air promised more
snow; Cole knew the only thing that could give him away would be the puff of
his breath, so he burrowed down into the scarf twisted around his neck.
snow; Cole knew the only thing that could give him away would be the puff of
his breath, so he burrowed down into the scarf twisted around his neck.
A soft scuff of leather on the sidewalk had Cole stiffening, and he briefly tightened his grip on the lethal SIG in
his hand. He relaxed only a millisecond later when a woman’s laughter and a
man’s voice had him focusing past the light and to the street beyond. He was right on Englewood’s district line, and the whole meeting was playing out in a place where
he felt way too exposed. He knew his mark had set this meet here for a reason.
Mario was a shifty fucker who played the
game of criminal very well. Little did the man know that nothing was going to
keep him safe if he fucked Cole over. Not tonight. Not ever.
his hand. He relaxed only a millisecond later when a woman’s laughter and a
man’s voice had him focusing past the light and to the street beyond. He was right on Englewood’s district line, and the whole meeting was playing out in a place where
he felt way too exposed. He knew his mark had set this meet here for a reason.
Mario was a shifty fucker who played the
game of criminal very well. Little did the man know that nothing was going to
keep him safe if he fucked Cole over. Not tonight. Not ever.
The woman laughed again, but this time the
sound seemed a little off, as if she hadn’t
really
meant to laugh. There was no real joy in the noise.
sound seemed a little off, as if she hadn’t
really
meant to laugh. There was no real joy in the noise.
Too late he realized what that meant.
Too late when the whisper of a
movement to his left turned into the barrel of a weapon smacking his temple.
movement to his left turned into the barrel of a weapon smacking his temple.
The wall kept him standing, but the sweep of a
foot behind his knee had him landing heavily on one side, in stagnant water. Cole
didn’t lay there waiting for the next part of this dance; he was rolling even
as he fell, one leg darting out as he rose, catching his assailant in the thigh
and causing him to stumble back. Coming to a crouch, Cole admired the way the
other man’s stumble turned into nothing more than a sidestep and a twisting
motion that missed Cole by inches.
foot behind his knee had him landing heavily on one side, in stagnant water. Cole
didn’t lay there waiting for the next part of this dance; he was rolling even
as he fell, one leg darting out as he rose, catching his assailant in the thigh
and causing him to stumble back. Coming to a crouch, Cole admired the way the
other man’s stumble turned into nothing more than a sidestep and a twisting
motion that missed Cole by inches.
Cole took the initiative, stepping right into
the man’s space, up close to Elliot’s face, and in seconds he’d pushed him
hard against the wall.
the man’s space, up close to Elliot’s face, and in seconds he’d pushed him
hard against the wall.
“Leave it,” Cole growled, when what he wanted to do was sit Elliot down and explain
exactly why he needed Elliot to leave right the fuck now.
exactly why he needed Elliot to leave right the fuck now.
“Fuck you,” Elliot snapped, even as he fell
limp in Cole’s hold, then yanked free to shove a knee right into Cole’s groin.
limp in Cole’s hold, then yanked free to shove a knee right into Cole’s groin.
He missed by inches; the force of the shove
went to Cole’s inner thigh, hard enough to give him a dead leg long enough to give
Elliot the upper hand.
went to Cole’s inner thigh, hard enough to give him a dead leg long enough to give
Elliot the upper hand.
But Cole wasn’t done. He countered with a punch
to Elliot’s face, feeling the wetness of fist on skin at the point where Elliot’s head snapped back with a spray of
blood. A normal man would be on the
ground after that—hell, a normal man
wouldn’t have gotten out of Cole’s press against the wall.
to Elliot’s face, feeling the wetness of fist on skin at the point where Elliot’s head snapped back with a spray of
blood. A normal man would be on the
ground after that—hell, a normal man
wouldn’t have gotten out of Cole’s press against the wall.
Elliot wasn’t a
normal man. He was trained, focused, and fucking vicious at it.
normal man. He was trained, focused, and fucking vicious at it.
“They’re really
close now; you need to end this with
Sanctuary.”
close now; you need to end this with
Sanctuary.”
His sister’s voice in his ear was enough to make
Cole follow through with another punch that caught cheekbone and hair and then
slid past to slam the wall. He cursed the contact and his stupidity at giving
Elliot the upper hand. This time it was Cole himself up against the wall, and he could see dark eyes, focused and hard, and feel
the fingers tightening on his throat. He attempted to go limp, but all Elliot
did was push harder, which left only one
thing. Elliot was close, and with a concerted effort, Cole snapped his head
forward, the top smacking Elliot between the eyes.
Cole follow through with another punch that caught cheekbone and hair and then
slid past to slam the wall. He cursed the contact and his stupidity at giving
Elliot the upper hand. This time it was Cole himself up against the wall, and he could see dark eyes, focused and hard, and feel
the fingers tightening on his throat. He attempted to go limp, but all Elliot
did was push harder, which left only one
thing. Elliot was close, and with a concerted effort, Cole snapped his head
forward, the top smacking Elliot between the eyes.
Elliot crumpled at first, momentarily stunned,
and then he stumbled to stand.
and then he stumbled to stand.
But Cole was prepared, retrieving his weapon
and pointing it directly at Elliot. “Run,” he snapped.
and pointing it directly at Elliot. “Run,” he snapped.
Elliot said nothing, stepping toward him. Fuck,
did the man not care that Cole had a gun on him?
did the man not care that Cole had a gun on him?
“You have company one minute out.” The voice in
his ear sounded a little frantic.
his ear sounded a little frantic.
Fuck, this whole thing was going wrong. Cole had his
mark and various cronies bearing down on him, and Sanctuary in the shape of
Elliot right in the freaking middle.
mark and various cronies bearing down on him, and Sanctuary in the shape of
Elliot right in the freaking middle.
But if Cole left, then what about the kids?
Teenagers the same age as his brother, straight from the boat, working in
slavery for the Varga organization. They had a deal, and tonight Cole had the
money and the upper hand.
Teenagers the same age as his brother, straight from the boat, working in
slavery for the Varga organization. They had a deal, and tonight Cole had the
money and the upper hand.
Or at least he had until Elliot tracked him
down.
down.
“You have to leave,” he snapped and gestured
with the gun.
with the gun.
Surprise made Elliot frown, and only when he
saw that did Cole realize he’d fucked up—they were standing under the street light.
They needed to get back into the shadows. Cole shoved him back against the
wall, wincing at the sound of Elliot’s skull making contact with the bricks
before he wordlessly slid to the ground in the darkness.
saw that did Cole realize he’d fucked up—they were standing under the street light.
They needed to get back into the shadows. Cole shoved him back against the
wall, wincing at the sound of Elliot’s skull making contact with the bricks
before he wordlessly slid to the ground in the darkness.
And then it was too late to think of anything.
At the same time his sister’s frantic voice
warned him that a car was turning onto the street, Cole heard a voice from the
darkness.
warned him that a car was turning onto the street, Cole heard a voice from the
darkness.
So, his mark had sent an advance guard, and all
Cole could think was that if it was his time to die, he didn’t want to take
anyone with him.
Cole could think was that if it was his time to die, he didn’t want to take
anyone with him.
“Drop the gun, asshole,” a voice said from
somewhere beyond the light. He caught
sight of the semi-automatic weapon as the person stepped forward; he didn’t
stand a chance against that kind of firepower. The barrel of another gun poked
at the base of his skull.
somewhere beyond the light. He caught
sight of the semi-automatic weapon as the person stepped forward; he didn’t
stand a chance against that kind of firepower. The barrel of another gun poked
at the base of his skull.
Cole dropped his pistol to the ground, feeling
abruptly bereft. “It’s done,” he said to whoever the hell was behind him.
abruptly bereft. “It’s done,” he said to whoever the hell was behind him.
Cole lifted his hands and laced them behind his head, looking right into
the darkness, not able to see Elliot’s form but hoping to hell he stayed the fuck down. Very deliberately he turned to
face the man with the gun at his head.
the darkness, not able to see Elliot’s form but hoping to hell he stayed the fuck down. Very deliberately he turned to
face the man with the gun at his head.
“Talk to me,” his sister snapped at him, her
voice dead and cold, gone past emotional and well into focused.
voice dead and cold, gone past emotional and well into focused.
“You realize I have a meeting with Mario,
right? That this was organized? He won’t
take it well when he finds out you’re here with a gun on me.”
right? That this was organized? He won’t
take it well when he finds out you’re here with a gun on me.”
A nasal voice joined in. “I’m quite happy with
the situation,” Mario said.
the situation,” Mario said.
And right there and then, Cole knew time was
up. He needed to confront this; he had a legitimate cover there, and he needed to maintain it. Slowly he unclasped his hands and let them hang loosely at his sides. “What the fuck, man?” he
asked.
up. He needed to confront this; he had a legitimate cover there, and he needed to maintain it. Slowly he unclasped his hands and let them hang loosely at his sides. “What the fuck, man?” he
asked.
“Do you have access to the money?”
Cole wasn’t letting the evil fucker get control of the conversation. “How many?” he
asked firmly.
asked firmly.
Mario looked at him; a group of others, all
armed, were crowding around him. Mario was nothing if not the nervous type, twitchy like a ferret, all sharp angles, and meth-head eyes. He’d made it so far
in the Varga organization only due to the fact he was Varga’s nephew or cousin,
or some such shit.
armed, were crowding around him. Mario was nothing if not the nervous type, twitchy like a ferret, all sharp angles, and meth-head eyes. He’d made it so far
in the Varga organization only due to the fact he was Varga’s nephew or cousin,
or some such shit.
He was also suspicious as hell of anything and
everything, which was why it had taken this long for Cole to get anywhere near him.
Tonight wasn’t the night that Cole got to deal with erasing Mario from
existence; he had kids to get out alive. That was his priority.
everything, which was why it had taken this long for Cole to get anywhere near him.
Tonight wasn’t the night that Cole got to deal with erasing Mario from
existence; he had kids to get out alive. That was his priority.
“You can have seven of them,” Mario said, his
lips stretching in an obscene grin.
lips stretching in an obscene grin.
“The deal was for all ten.”
Mario shrugged as if he wasn’t playing with
people’s lives. “I have a market for the other three,” he said nonchalantly.
people’s lives. “I have a market for the other three,” he said nonchalantly.
Cole knew exactly
what that meant: the younger girls parceled up and sold on. “All ten, or no
deal,” he stated, keeping emotion out of his voice.
what that meant: the younger girls parceled up and sold on. “All ten, or no
deal,” he stated, keeping emotion out of his voice.
“Then the price goes up. No skin off my nose
who gets them.”
who gets them.”
“How much?”
“Well now… just how badly do you want them
all?”
all?”
One of Mario’s men snickered, and the sound
echoed in the otherwise quiet alley.
echoed in the otherwise quiet alley.
Cole could play it two ways: show his hand and
admit he was desperate to get all ten of the illegals Mario had, or try to call his bluff.
admit he was desperate to get all ten of the illegals Mario had, or try to call his bluff.
“Fuck you,” Cole said, and drew himself tall. He wished he had his weapon, but he’d just
have to hope to hell that confronting was the answer. “The deal’s off.”
have to hope to hell that confronting was the answer. “The deal’s off.”
He bent to pick up his weapon, slowly placing
it back into the holster and straightening his jacket. Varga senior would be
pissed with his lieutenant blowing a deal like that.
Getting illegals to the city was one thing, offloading them with profit above
and beyond what the illegals had probably paid to get there was an entirely
different ball game. He could visualize the thought processes going on…Mario was the youngest of three lieutenants
that reported to Varga, the one still out to prove himself, and he wouldn’t
want to lose the deal.
it back into the holster and straightening his jacket. Varga senior would be
pissed with his lieutenant blowing a deal like that.
Getting illegals to the city was one thing, offloading them with profit above
and beyond what the illegals had probably paid to get there was an entirely
different ball game. He could visualize the thought processes going on…Mario was the youngest of three lieutenants
that reported to Varga, the one still out to prove himself, and he wouldn’t
want to lose the deal.
“An extra ten,” Mario said, throwing it out as
if it meant nothing to him.
if it meant nothing to him.
“Five.” Cole couldn’t give in too easily.
“Hell, I can get double that on the ’net for
the seven-year-old,” Mario said.
the seven-year-old,” Mario said.
Cole had to stop the panic pushing at his chest
and nausea that threatened to have him
vomiting on the sidewalk. The idea of a child as young as seven being under
this bastard’s control made him sick to his stomach. He pretended to consider the
deal, knowing full well he’d pay every fucking cent. “Seven-five and we’re
done, cash in the bank.” He even injected a small note of respect into his
voice, which had Mario preening in front of his posse. He’d save face, and Cole
would keep his persona of didn’t-give-a-shit human trafficker intact.
and nausea that threatened to have him
vomiting on the sidewalk. The idea of a child as young as seven being under
this bastard’s control made him sick to his stomach. He pretended to consider the
deal, knowing full well he’d pay every fucking cent. “Seven-five and we’re
done, cash in the bank.” He even injected a small note of respect into his
voice, which had Mario preening in front of his posse. He’d save face, and Cole
would keep his persona of didn’t-give-a-shit human trafficker intact.
“I’ll take that,” Mario said.
One of the posse
stepped forward, and intel was buzzing in his ear about twelve souls
being inside the warehouse. Not ten, twelve. Two of them were moving around,
the other ten not moving much. Twelve heat signatures, so all ten kids were alive—but
the extra two? Mario was fucking with him, had likely placed two men inside. Cole
would take a step inside the warehouse, and be a dead man.
stepped forward, and intel was buzzing in his ear about twelve souls
being inside the warehouse. Not ten, twelve. Two of them were moving around,
the other ten not moving much. Twelve heat signatures, so all ten kids were alive—but
the extra two? Mario was fucking with him, had likely placed two men inside. Cole
would take a step inside the warehouse, and be a dead man.
How had he blown his cover? This wasn’t the
first deal he’d brokered with Mario, setting up his cover as a trader in human
flesh, looking for ways to save lives and get deep into Varga’s organization at
the same time. But something wasn’t right…
first deal he’d brokered with Mario, setting up his cover as a trader in human
flesh, looking for ways to save lives and get deep into Varga’s organization at
the same time. But something wasn’t right…
Very carefully and deliberately he pulled out
his cell, and with a few button presses, transferred the fifty, plus the extra seven-five,
into the account he’d been given details of. Next
to Mario one of the guys checked his own cell and nodded.
his cell, and with a few button presses, transferred the fifty, plus the extra seven-five,
into the account he’d been given details of. Next
to Mario one of the guys checked his own cell and nodded.
“It’s cleared.”
Mario tossed the key card for the warehouse to
Cole, who caught it deftly. “All yours,” Mario said, and then he turned and
left, taking everyone with him.
Cole, who caught it deftly. “All yours,” Mario said, and then he turned and
left, taking everyone with him.
“Heads-up,” his sister said. “The extra two
have left the building at the rear. Hovering
outside the closed door.”
have left the building at the rear. Hovering
outside the closed door.”
What the fuck?
Cole crossed to the steel door and waved the
card at the lock, half surprised when the door actually clicked and swung open.
He pushed his way in to be faced with piles of packing cases and pallets.
Pulling the door shut behind him, he
cautiously made his way around the piles and checked out the corners of the
warehouse. He’d lost contact with outside assistance since he’d walked in there,
just one hell of a lot of static and not much in the way of a voice.
card at the lock, half surprised when the door actually clicked and swung open.
He pushed his way in to be faced with piles of packing cases and pallets.
Pulling the door shut behind him, he
cautiously made his way around the piles and checked out the corners of the
warehouse. He’d lost contact with outside assistance since he’d walked in there,
just one hell of a lot of static and not much in the way of a voice.
He rounded what he imagined was the last corner
to find ten—he counted—kids and teenagers, none older than fourteen: six girls
and four boys huddled together, bound with chains to a metal framework. Most of
them stared at him with dead eyes; only
the youngest was whimpering and crying.
What had they been through to get here? Torn from their families, placed into
shipping containers, and then passed around to their new owners on payment of money?
to find ten—he counted—kids and teenagers, none older than fourteen: six girls
and four boys huddled together, bound with chains to a metal framework. Most of
them stared at him with dead eyes; only
the youngest was whimpering and crying.
What had they been through to get here? Torn from their families, placed into
shipping containers, and then passed around to their new owners on payment of money?
Immediately he went to a crouch and held out a
hand in a gesture of innocence. “It’s okay,” he said in English. “I’m here to
help.”
hand in a gesture of innocence. “It’s okay,” he said in English. “I’m here to
help.”
He repeated it in as many languages as he’d
learned those words in, hoping to hell he’d
hit the jackpot somewhere along the way. He approached the closest child, a boy
of thirteen or so who stared at him blankly. Apologizing in soft tones, Cole reached
over and checked the chain. He found a simple lock that he could have them out
of quickly. He pulled out his kit, dealt first
with one lock, then another, his hands shaky at first, waiting to die in a hail
of bullets. At least he could get the kids away.
learned those words in, hoping to hell he’d
hit the jackpot somewhere along the way. He approached the closest child, a boy
of thirteen or so who stared at him blankly. Apologizing in soft tones, Cole reached
over and checked the chain. He found a simple lock that he could have them out
of quickly. He pulled out his kit, dealt first
with one lock, then another, his hands shaky at first, waiting to die in a hail
of bullets. At least he could get the kids away.
The radio crackled and hissed in his ear; he
could only make out a few words. Fire! Get
out.
could only make out a few words. Fire! Get
out.
Resolutely he continued with the chains until
all ten were free; he realized they’d all gathered close to him, some holding
hands, but all looking to him as smoke edged
under the boxes and into their corner. Cole was considerably taller than the
children, and he could see past the nearest blockage to a hint of fire beyond,
cutting them off from the exit.
all ten were free; he realized they’d all gathered close to him, some holding
hands, but all looking to him as smoke edged
under the boxes and into their corner. Cole was considerably taller than the
children, and he could see past the nearest blockage to a hint of fire beyond,
cutting them off from the exit.
So, that was
how he was being taken out of the equation; that was how Mario deleted him from
the Chicago sex trade. Mario was removing a rival, along with ten innocent
kids.
how he was being taken out of the equation; that was how Mario deleted him from
the Chicago sex trade. Mario was removing a rival, along with ten innocent
kids.
Think.
“Sis? Can you hear me?” He spoke loudly above the sound of the littlest girl
crying. In a smooth move, he scooped her up, holding her tight. If there was no
way out of here and they were all going to die, what
would he do? He had bullets; he could shoot some of the kids? Fuck, the horror was sick inside him. Think. Think. He wasn’t going to let
anyone burn to death.
crying. In a smooth move, he scooped her up, holding her tight. If there was no
way out of here and they were all going to die, what
would he do? He had bullets; he could shoot some of the kids? Fuck, the horror was sick inside him. Think. Think. He wasn’t going to let
anyone burn to death.
Stop, he told himself. There’s nothing to be won by planning for
the worst.
the worst.
He looked up at the vents and tiny windows
about twenty feet from the floor. He could pile boxes, pass the kids up, smash
the window.
about twenty feet from the floor. He could pile boxes, pass the kids up, smash
the window.
The heat was getting
noticeable; the huddle of kids pressed tighter. They didn’t have much time. An explosion of
glass had them all ducking as panes shattered around them. Had the fire reached
the windows?
noticeable; the huddle of kids pressed tighter. They didn’t have much time. An explosion of
glass had them all ducking as panes shattered around them. Had the fire reached
the windows?
Then he heard shouting.
“Up here!” a voice demanded, and peering up,
Cole could see Elliot scrambling through the
space and lowering himself in, dropping and rolling awkwardly. “Get the
boxes.”
Cole could see Elliot scrambling through the
space and lowering himself in, dropping and rolling awkwardly. “Get the
boxes.”
For a second, Cole was immobile, and then
adrenaline flooded into him. Between him and Elliot, they made a pile of boxes
and crates. A step up, lifting and dragging, and one by one the kids were out
of the window, wriggling through the space.
Elliot went next, going out, then reaching back in as fire began to lick at the
boxes.
adrenaline flooded into him. Between him and Elliot, they made a pile of boxes
and crates. A step up, lifting and dragging, and one by one the kids were out
of the window, wriggling through the space.
Elliot went next, going out, then reaching back in as fire began to lick at the
boxes.
Cole’s breathing became labored. And then he spotted
the smallest kid, curled into a ball, her face hidden by her hands and her long
dark hair. She was so tiny and scared, way down on the ground, not climbing up as
the others had done. Cole thought she’d been first out, but in the chaos, he’d missed her.
the smallest kid, curled into a ball, her face hidden by her hands and her long
dark hair. She was so tiny and scared, way down on the ground, not climbing up as
the others had done. Cole thought she’d been first out, but in the chaos, he’d missed her.
“Kid!” Elliot shouted from the window.
But if anything, she curled tighter, her hands
over her ears, rocking slowly. “I’m going back down,” Cole said.
over her ears, rocking slowly. “I’m going back down,” Cole said.
“You have thirty seconds before this whole
place lights up.”
place lights up.”
Cole didn’t hesitate—he wasn’t about to leave a
child behind. He jumped lithely to the floor and into a crouch, cursing at the pain shooting up from his knee, as he crawled low
under the choking smoke to where the girl huddled.
child behind. He jumped lithely to the floor and into a crouch, cursing at the pain shooting up from his knee, as he crawled low
under the choking smoke to where the girl huddled.
He grabbed her, but she wailed and fought
against his hold. Cole ignored the scratching of fingers and the sheer panic,
and climbed the crates up to the window, his chest tight; breathing hard. There
he unfurled her fingers, shoving the girl through the space to Elliot, who yanked her through.
against his hold. Cole ignored the scratching of fingers and the sheer panic,
and climbed the crates up to the window, his chest tight; breathing hard. There
he unfurled her fingers, shoving the girl through the space to Elliot, who yanked her through.
“Is that ten?” Cole gasped as the box he stood
on wavered; he gripped hard at the windowsill.
on wavered; he gripped hard at the windowsill.
“Get out.”
“Is that
all ten kids?”
all ten kids?”
“Yes, grab hold!” Elliot held out a hand.
Cole tried to grip as the pile toppled, their
fingers touched, and then the world fell away, stopped in a millisecond by
Elliot leaning in and grabbing at Cole. Elliot pulled,
and Cole scrambled, and the hungry fire bit at him, burned him even as he fell
out of the building and the force of hitting the trash cans below was enough to
steal his breath.
fingers touched, and then the world fell away, stopped in a millisecond by
Elliot leaning in and grabbing at Cole. Elliot pulled,
and Cole scrambled, and the hungry fire bit at him, burned him even as he fell
out of the building and the force of hitting the trash cans below was enough to
steal his breath.
“Jesus,” Elliot snapped, smacking at Cole’s
jacket to extinguish the flames as Cole shrugged it off in a panic.
jacket to extinguish the flames as Cole shrugged it off in a panic.
As he rolled, he pulled his weapon from its
holster and pointed it right between Elliot’s eyes, waiting for him to make a
move. All Elliot did was raise his hands and stare at Cole with an
expression that Cole couldn’t read.
holster and pointed it right between Elliot’s eyes, waiting for him to make a
move. All Elliot did was raise his hands and stare at Cole with an
expression that Cole couldn’t read.
Cole asked, “Where are Mario’s two goons?”
“Out cold. You’re not the man we profiled. Who the
fuck are you really?”
fuck are you really?”
Cole didn’t answer.
“You
should know I called 911,” Elliot said, his expression unreadable.
should know I called 911,” Elliot said, his expression unreadable.
Was Elliot giving him a chance to leave? A
warning? He seemed more interested in hugging the kids to him protectively than
in taking Cole down.
warning? He seemed more interested in hugging the kids to him protectively than
in taking Cole down.
Cole looked away
from the kids to Elliot and holstered his gun. “Do this for them,” he
said. To get involved with the cops at that
moment would destroy everything. “The Andreas Home on Windsor Street. It’s a
special place for kids taken from their parents like this. Will you take them?”
from the kids to Elliot and holstered his gun. “Do this for them,” he
said. To get involved with the cops at that
moment would destroy everything. “The Andreas Home on Windsor Street. It’s a
special place for kids taken from their parents like this. Will you take them?”
Elliot nodded. “Yes,” he said, all seriousness.
Then he inclined his head toward the sound of sirens.
Then he inclined his head toward the sound of sirens.
Cole grabbed what was left of his jacket, and
with one last look at Elliot and the kids, he was gone.
with one last look at Elliot and the kids, he was gone.
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