one left alive.
Randall threw himself behind a cabinet and shouted, “I’m going to kill you fuckers dead!”
Reel cast an amused glance at Robie. “And how are you going to manage that, Scotty?” she said.
She followed this up by placing a round right through the cabinet. Randall screamed and sprawled on the floor in plain sight.
Reel pointed her rifle at his head.
He had a pistol in his hand.
“Go ahead, Scotty. Kill me dead.”
“You’ll shoot me before I can.”
“Boy, aren’t you the smart one.”
He let go of the pistol, pushed it away with his elbow, slowly stood, and raised his hands. In a sneering voice he said, “You think you’ve got me? You’ve got shit.”
“A little remorse goes a long way,” said Reel.
“Remorse for what? I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“You call drug trafficking and murder right?” said Robie.
“I’ve got nothing to do with the drugs.”
“So you’re just doing this out of the goodness of your heart?”
“I get paid a fee for professional services.”
“And the killing of innocent people?”
“They’re nobodies. Who cares? It’s not like I’m killing people who matter.”
Reel glanced at Robie. “You know, just when you think someone couldn’t go any lower.”
Robie said to Randall, “You’re going down for all of this. I don’t care how much you have in your bank account.”
The man shook his head. “None of this is my fault. I’ve done nothing wrong. It’s everybody else’s problem. Go after them.” He pointed a finger at them. “Listen up, I’m somebody. I have incredible value to the world.”
“What you have is a classic narcissistic personality,” said Reel. “On top of being an asshole.”
Randall’s sneer deepened. “You know what else I’ve got? The best lawyers money can buy. They’ll make mincemeat out of you. He said, she said. I won’t spend one day in jail, guaranteed.”
“You think so?” said Reel.
“I know so, bitch.”
“You know what, I think you may be right. I mean whoever heard of a millionaire on death row, right? It’s all about the high-priced lawyers. You buy justice in this country. Right?”
“Got that right, sweet cheeks. Maybe you got a brain after all.”
“But that only happens if there’s a trial.”
“Everybody’s entitled to a trial.”
“Not everybody.”
Randall looked incredulous. “It’s in the Constitution, you dumbass. And you call yourself a Fed. Jesus.”
“Yeah, but you have to be alive, right? No dead guys go on trial. I mean, what would be the point?”
Randall looked puzzled. “What the hell are you…” Then realization spread over him.
“Exactly,” said Reel, right before she pulled the trigger.
As he fell dead to the floor with a hole in his face, Reel looked over at Robie. “You have a problem with that?”
“Problem with what?” replied Robie evenly.
“Some ways it’s good not to be a cop. All that ‘you have the right to remain silent’ bullshit.”
Robie looked down at Randall. “Well, he’s definitely silent now.”
She lowered the rifle. “Just saving the public the expense of a trial. The government doesn’t have a lot of spare cash.”
“Works for me. But we have to get Blue Man out of here fast, or he’s not going to make it.”
They both looked at the door through which Randall and the others had charged.
Reel said, “What do you think? Patti’s still out there. And our fake Nazi friend.”
“Actually, I’m right here.”
Robie and Reel whirled to look behind them.
Patti Bender was standing there with a gun held to the temple of Blue Man.
He said weakly. “There was another way down there, apparently. It wasn’t on the original plans.”
“That’s because we put it in ourselves,” said Patti.
“Where’s Malloy?” said Robie.
“I’m so sorry, sir,” said Reel.
Blue Man slowly rose with their assistance.
When his gaze fell on Robie he said shakily, “I now know how your father felt. And I…” His voice trailed off and he could only slowly shake his head.
“Yes sir,” said Robie.
The next second, the explosion rocked the room, pitching them head over heels.