Kay Sidey Thomas - Bulletproof Bodyguard стр 2.

Charles lay on a broken-down sofa, his back to the room. From his vantage point on the floor, Marcus had a clear view of his T-shirt. Underneath the winged motorcycle emblem, the shirt proclaimed, If you can read this, the bitch fell off.

Charming guy, that Charles.

Janice slumped in a broken-down recliner next to the sofa. Long greasy hair hid her face, and she held a cigarette in grimy hands. Billy fidgeted at the kitchen table, jumping up every five minutes or so to look out the window and pace around the sad-looking kitchen. Marcus wondered what he was on and how long hed been up.

Mentally he reviewed the pre-raid briefing that had taken place earlier today. He had stood at the front of the conference room in the station house and pointed to himself, Ill be inside wearing these clothes. Please dont shoot me.

Everyone had laughed and then theyd gotten down to business. At noon the Honorable Judge Watson had signed a search warrant for the property and arrest warrants for Donny, Charles and Billy.

The plan was to wait for Donny to make the sale.

Marcus would say, Its all good.

Things would roll from there.

The SWAT team would hit the front door, take down the suspects and Marcus would hit the floor. The patrol guys would stay on the perimeter. They should be able to do this with a minimum of fuss, without firing a shot and he hoped, without blowing his cover.

Key word being should.

Donny was normally quite punctual with his delivery schedulesvery unusual for a doper. Likewise, every Tuesday at four oclock in the afternoon, Billy was there for a pick-up. Naturally, this was the first time in two months the delivery had been late.

Marcuss thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Donnys Camaro pulling into the driveway. The muffler must be dragging the ground to make that kind of racket. He stood as the dealer hustled in the back door carrying a nylon duffel bag, but Marcuss stomach clenched when he saw the woman with him.

Tessa. Hed been a fool to think he was protecting her by saying no. Instead, she was clinging to Donny like he was her ticket to the good life. And for the next few hours he would be, if he shared his product with her. She nodded coolly to Marcus, giving no indication she knew him beyond a casual bar-room acquaintance.

Its about time, said Charles. Where ya been?

Trying not to wrap my car around a tree. Donnys voice was high and screechy. Its slicker n a greased pig out there.

Donny, youre such a comedian, sneered Janice.

Bite me, darlin.

In your dreams, she retorted.

Cut the crap, interrupted Marcus. Lets get on with this. Ive got somebody waiting.

You and me both, said Billy. He walked over to stand beside Marcus. Lets see the st

Boom. Boom. Boom. The battering ram slammed through the front door.

Damn, somebody screwed up. Marcus hit the floor. The SWAT team burst through into the living room with 9mm MP5s.

What the f shouted Charles. His question was cut short as he fell off the couch.

Janice screamed. Donny hit the floor with Marcus. Billy pulled out a 9mm Glock.

PoliceDrop the weapon, youre under arrest! shouted Tanker, the SWAT-team leader.

Billy didnt hesitate; he just grabbed Tessa and put the Glock to her temple. You drop it, or I do her right here.

You got no place to run, man. The house is surrounded. Let her go. Tankers voice was calm. His entire team was now in the living room pointing their MP5s at Billy.

Marcus was sprawled at Tessas feet, staring up at the Glock. She was scared, but looked at him with complete trust in her eyes. No way he was pulling out his own gun in this situation. That was a guaranteed way to get them both shot.

Hed suspected Billy was a speed freak, and right now he was pretty sure that the guy was schitzing out. Marcus figured they had about ten more seconds before Billy completely lost it and starting shooting. If he rolled hard, Marcus could knock Tessa out of the way long enough for Tanker to do his thing.

He glanced over at the SWAT leader, gave him an imperceptible nod and rolledright into Tessas calves.

Tessa squealed and pitched backwards, away from the gun. Billys arm was shoved to the side when she fell. She was safe but Billy squeezed off several rounds as his hand came down. Tessas scream was cut short. Tanker ran forward and Billy was on the ground before the echo of the shots stopped reverberating around the room.

Officer down! shouted Tankers second in command. Officer down!

Marcus turned to check Tessa and see who they were talking about before he felt the pain sear along his shoulder. Fire raced up and down his arm, but his body felt as cold as the sleet coming down outside.

Well, hell. The crowded room darkened around the edges but the volume increased. Tessa lay still beside him, her eyes staring lifelessly at the yellowed ceiling.

NO! Something inside him died when he saw the gunshot wound between her eyes, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Asa shouted for an ambulance and leaned over Marcus, blocking his view of the men huddled around her.

Tessa?

Asa didnt answer immediately. Theyre working on her. Hang on, partner. Helps on the way.

Marcus saw stark fear in his friends eyes and was lucid enough to realize Billys stray bullets might have nicked something major in him. He felt a growing puddle of warm blood beneath him.

Asa never stopped talking as he peeled off his own sweatshirt, wadded it up and pressed the material against Marcuss chest. You did good, man. Youre gonna make Hodgess day. Theres a boatload of drugs here. Should be some cash, too. You just stay with me. Okay?

Sure, mumbled Marcus.

Asa was lying. Hodges was gonna be pissed at the way this had gone down. Not that Marcus cared what Hodges thought, hed just screwed up so badly, there wasnt anything his boss could do to make him feel any worse. Tessa was dead and he couldnt tell Asa what that really meant. Marcus had to pretend she was no different from any other addict caught in the crossfire. Even now.

Ill be all right, he whispered.

The room grew dimmer.

You know, I almost passed out from the heat waiting on you guys. Better not tell Hodges, though, huh? Id really like some fresh air. Marcus could tell his words were slurring and he wasnt making much sense. I had this feeling something would go wrong. You know that feeling?

Then everything went black.

Chapter One

Murphys Point, South Mississippi Memorial Day Weekend Saturday, early evening

Boat sink! Boat sink! Harris splashed and water slipped over the side of the claw-footed tub into Callys lap.

Of course it does when you have a tidal wave, sweetie.

Dont want it to sink.

Then dont splash so much, darlin. Its almost time to get outtwo more minutes.

Cally surveyed the flooded floor. She wasnt sure but there was probably as much water on her as on the bath mat. Her son loved his baths. Of course, shed need to mop up afterwards.