Only he, Davis, and Rogers were standing. “I’m Suzanne Davis.” Puller nodded and

introduced himself. “You handle your weapon well.” Puller suddenly saw a flash

of movement behind the bar and swung his gun that way.

 

Helen Myers emerged from under the bar, shaky and pale.

 

Puller lowered his weapon.

 

They could all hear the sirens now. “What the hell happened?” said Puller.

 

Myers came around the corner of the bar. “These men came here…” She looked down

at the body of the big man with the white hair. “That’s Karl,” she mumbled.

“He’s my head of security. Was my head of security.” She fell silent and covered

her face with her hands.

 

Puller looked over at Rogers questioningly as Davis came to stand next to him.

She put the gun away in her purse and slung it over her shoulder.

 

Rogers touched the body of one dead man with his foot. “These guys were

professionals.” Puller had already come to the same conclusion. “And Karl?”

Rogers cocked his head and listened intently as the sirens drew closer. He

looked back at Puller, the muscles tight around his neck. “Two of these guys

burst in with Karl between them. I went to help him and they shot him right in

front of me.” Myers said, “Karl called. He was coming in late tonight. I think…I