Chapter Twenty-Nine
I burst into Lem’s apartment. Calling out to his guard.
“It’s Blume. I’m coming in, don’t shoot!”
But it wasn’t necessary. I spotted the sagging form in the corner. Mr. Pin-stripe was slumped against the wall with crimson seeping through his shirt. I raced over and placed a dishcloth against the wound. Outside the wail of sirens grew louder.
The man blinked slowly, he was hanging on, for now. His partner in the black tee shirt wasn’t so lucky. He lay face down in the kitchen in a pool of blood. The apartment was riddled with bullet holes and broken furniture. These men had done well to hold out for so long against Victor’s forces.
“Hold the pressure here. Help is coming,” I said as I climbed to my feet.
Two raised voices, one male one female, reached me from deepe
