To hide the body. And Decker didn’t think the bricklayer was going to live to work on another job after this one.
Decker took out his phone and saw with dismay that down here he had no service.
Shit.
And then he realized there was another person down here with him.
Because that person had just stuck a gun muzzle in his back.
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DECKER WAS SHOVED forward, stumbled, nearly lost his balance, and then regained his footing. A light hit him in the face.
“Traerlo aqui.”
Decker was shoved in the back again.
“Move!”
He reached the hole and stared down, saw the body, and then looked over at his captors.
There were five of them, plus Amaya. They were young, tough-looking, and all of them were armed.
Decker did not like these odds at all.
He wondered for a moment about Jamison’s reaction to his being dead.
Told you so, Amos.
But he actually knew it would not be that. She would be devastated. And right now that made him feel worse than the imminent danger he was in.
The little man he had seen at the apartment building was not among the five. Danny had said he had seen the man in a suit with a hard hat. Apparently the actual murder and hiding-the-body part was not within his job description.
And that was probably why no security guards were posted here tonight. They didn’t want anyone around for this little extra task.
But the other men here seemed more than prepared to do the burial honors.
One of the men looked at Amaya and said, “Espacio para dos.”
Decker didn’t need to be fluent in Spanish to understand that order either. The dos part was all he required. He was the spare and they were going to bury him along with the other guy.
He had something going for him, however long the odds would still be against him. They hadn’t searched him for a weapon. That was a mistake.
Yet there was a guy behind him with a gun. And the guy holding the light had a gun in his other hand. Both were pointed right at Decker.
And there were three others there, all with weapons. He could maybe take out one or two, but after that one of the others would be able to kill him. It was simple math, and he came up short in every scenario that flashed through his mind.
“él es un federale,” said Amaya suddenly, pointing at Decker.
The men turned to stare at him.
“Es un federale,” Amaya said again. “FBI!” He pointed feverishly at Decker.
The man holding the flashlight took a step toward Decker. “Federale?”
Decker nodded.
The man smiled. “I don’t give a shit. You’re dead.”
Decker had no choice now. He didn’t care if the odds were not in his favor. If he was going to die, he was going to take at least one of the pricks with him.
He lowered his shoulder, dropped into a squat, and exploded out of it. He drilled the guy right in the sternum, maxing out the thrust from his legs. He hit the man so hard he was lifted off his feet, flew backward, and with a scream fell into the hole.
Now Decker’s problem was obvious: There were four other guys to deal with.
The good thing was the only light had just disappeared into the hole.
Darkness was his best friend right now.
Gunfire erupted all around. Fortunately, Decker had dropped to the floor an instant before, pulled his gun, and was about to fire when he saw something flash past him so fast, he couldn’t even tell what it was.
But he did hear the impact as body met body and one of them gave. He next heard the clunk of something hitting the brick floor hard.
He rolled to his right, aimed his gun, and fired.
The man who had jammed his gun into Decker’s back caught the round in his belly. He doubled over screaming, and a few moments later, blood came out of his mouth. He dropped to the floor and out of the fight. Belly wounds were a bitch, Decker knew. The guy would probably bleed out right there, and he could not have cared less.
Shots hit the floor near him. He could sense chips of concrete and brick whizzing through the air. And then he felt something cut into his arm. Either a slug or a chip. Either way it hurt like hell.
He kept rolling along the floor as more shots were fired. He ran into something, realized it was a wall, rose, pivoted, and went into a crouch. He focused on the situation.
By his count three down, two to go.
As he spun around trying to gauge where the remaining two were, he sensed another flash of something, resulting in another collision. He heard a muffled scream and a gun hit the brick, followed by a body doing the same thing.
Okay, there was only one man left.
He liked these odds a lot better.
He crept forward, his gun ready, when he saw Tomas Amaya struggling with the last man. The guy had a gun. He was bigger and stronger than Amaya. He threw the smaller man off, took aim, and started to squeeze the trigger.
Decker was about to fire when the other man was hit so hard he was lifted off his feet. Whoever hit him was holding on, and when the guy slammed into the brick, the gun fell from his hand.
Okay, fifth and final man down for the count.
It was pretty much unbelievable.
Decker moved forward, panting slightly, his pistol held out in front of him. He swung it around, looking for movement, looking for additional threats. Someone was still out there. And though he had attacked the other guys, he hadn’t done anything to identify himself to Decker either.
So he could still be a problem.
The next moment, Decker saw a pop of light. Then he saw a hand grip the side of the hole and looked over as a head emerged.
It was the guy he had knocked into the hole.
He had the flashlight clamped in his mouth.
His other hand came up and it held a gun pointed right at Decker.
There was no way Decker could react in time. He started to bring his gun around, but he instinctively braced for the impact of the shot.
Then a work boot came down hard on the man’s free hand. He screamed. Then the same boot kicked the gun out of his hand. The man let go and fell back into the hole, while the gun dropped harmlessly to the floor.
Decker eyed Amaya, who stood next to the hole, breathing hard.
“Thanks,” said Decker.
A pale Amaya nodded, obviously too shaken to even attempt a response. He staggered away from the hole and sat down on the floor.
“Damn, man. Can you never stay out of trouble?”
Decker whirled around and stared over at the source of the query.
A light came on. It was pointed away from Decker and toward the person holding it.
Melvin Mars, bent over and breathing hard, smiled and said, “See, Decker, sometimes Hail Marys do work!”
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