Chapter Thirty-Two
Lucas was dead, and there was nothing I could do about that. The Guild’s bullets had done their evil job very well. At least he died quickly.
I dragged the four unconscious members of the Guild tactical team to their helicopter. I stripped them of their tactical gear. Among the booty, they each had a pair of handcuffs. I used those to chain them to the skids of the chopper. I dragged the pilot out of his seat and did the same to him. That should keep them out of the way if they regained consciousness while we were still here.
Back inside the cabin, they had laid Lucas out on the floor and covered him with a blanket. Marina and Lilly sat on the floor with the body. Crying. Holding his hands.
Dick was on the bed. He was sitting up. His face, too, was streaked with tear
