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listened to the voices. “Call 911!”
    “Gordy! Hang in there, buddy, help’s on the way!”
    “Who did that? Who would do such a thing?”
    Joe stared, then turned to look at Kurt, disbelief stamped on his square-faced features. “That was pretty intense. You know Gordon’s deathly afraid of snakes.”
    “Yeah. Getting bit by one will do that to a person. His reaction was priceless, wasn’t it?”
    Joe blew out a slow breath and looked back to where Gordon lay.
    Kurt nudged him. “Come on, I told you what he did. You know he deserved it.”
    Joe chuckled, but Kurt thought it sounded forced. “What if he dies?”
    Kurt snorted. “Then he dies.”
    Wimp.
    Joe watched the chaos, a slight frown on his features. Kurt followed his gaze and saw Ralph Thorn doing CPR. The next time Ralph lifted his head, his gaze locked on Kurt’s, then his eyes slid to Joe. Then he bent back over his friend and continued to try to save the man’s life.
    Joe’s phone rang. No one else noticed it in the chaos. Joe grabbed it and listened.
    Kurt watched the color drain from Joe’s face. When the man did an about-face and stomped from the room, Kurt followed. By the time they stepped into the hall, Joe had hung up.
    “What is it?”
    “We lost the guns.”
    Kurt stilled, sure he’d heard wrong. “What?”
    “You heard me.”
    Kurt held in his rage with a rarely exhibited control. “What do you mean you lost them?”
    “They had people waiting for us. We had to get out or be caught. I thought they were going to be able to get them back, but that was Liam. They didn’t get them.”
    “Do you know how much those weapons are worth?”
    “Yes, I know,” Joe snapped back. He paced forward four steps, then back three. “We can get them back.”
    “How?”
    “I have a contact. I’ll get in the evidence room and get them.”
    Kurt scoffed. “You could probably find a way to remove money, drugs, whatever, from the room, but that many guns? No way.”
    “Then we’ll just have to get more from somewhere else.”
    “I’ve already paid the supplier. I’m out fifteen grand, you moron!” He curled his fingers into a fist. “No, I’m out thirty grand because I was going to double my money. Then I need to pay for—” He broke off and lowered his voice. “I can’t afford that kind of loss.” He sighed. “Well, at least tell me you got rid of the witness.”
    “Yeah. She’s taken care of.”
    “Then Kabakov will be sending payment for that.”
    Joe swore. “And I need it too.”
    A slight noise to the left had Kurt swiveling and dropping his voice, looking at the door. “You hear that?”
    “Yeah.”
    Kurt gestured for Joe to follow him. He moved toward the door and, in one smooth move, swung it open. Alan James leaned against the wall, checking his phone. He looked up with narrowed eyes. “What’s up?”
    Kurt reached out, grabbed the man by the collar, and yanked him into the room. Surprise was on Kurt’s side for a split second before Alan could try to bluff his way out of this one.
    Kurt slammed him up against the wall. “Like to eavesdrop, do you?”
    “Like to pull pranks that kill people, do you?” Alan snarled. He brought his foot up and rammed it into Kurt’s knee.
    Kurt screamed and dropped back. Alan lunged at a recovering Kurt and his punch caught him on the jaw. Kurt rocked back and lost his grip. He snagged his gun from his holster and spun to see Alan pull his weapon in response. Joe came from the left and tackled Alan to the floor. Alan rolled and a shot sounded. Joe cried out, grabbing his left ear. Kurt stood and swayed.
    Alan bolted to his feet and Kurt went after him. He jammed a fist in the man’s gut. Air whooshed from his lungs, but Alan still held tight to his gun.
    Kurt swung his weapon up and aimed it at Alan. “You should have minded your own business.”
    Alan raised his weapon and fired. Kurt jerked. He pulled the trigger and saw the bullet hit Alan between the eyes. Kurt’s vision