Chapter Thirty-One
I slowly stepped into the hallway in pursuit of Darcey and raised my hands in the air, knowing what I would face.
“On the ground!”
“Drop it! Do it now!” The voices commanded.
The waterlogged top floor of the Chelsea hotel was now filled with police officers. Uniforms, detectives, even ESU—the NYPD’s armed response division—had responded to the gunfire. They had been waiting outside, giving me a chance to diffuse the situation in the apartment. Now that chance was gone, and an entire army of New York’s finest had their guns trained on the woman in front of me.
Mickey had taken a round to the neck. A graze, but he was bleeding a lot, half-slumped against the wrought iron railings of the stairwell.
Darcey stood wild-eyed with her revolver still pointing at him. She se
