Chapter 117
Manuel had bled out by the time they figured out that the shooter had moved.
Leona checked for a pulse, none. The bullet appeared to have neutered him and then ricocheted off the deck steel and cut his femoral artery. He’d been shot twice by the same bullet, once from in front and once from behind. By one of his own team. Real nice.
“Gotta be more careful about choosing your buddies next time,” she told the corpse.
Franco Lamar was still shouting as if the world was coming to an end. She traded a look with Marcus.
At his nod, she clipped “Slammer” Lamar hard enough on the chin with the butt of her MP5 machine pistol for the man to collapse in a heap. She lay him down and zip tied his ankles to a handy stanchion. Not going anywhere. There was at least kidnapping against him
