Chapter Fifty-nine
Tyson held the shotgun loosely at waist level. “Lay the pistol down, hombre, or I’ll blow your guts clear back to Mexico.”
The guy gaped. “Okay, sister. Look– I’m putting it down, okay? Look...”He stooped to lay the Beretta by the side of his foot. When he straightened, Tyson shot him.
“Oh Jesus…”Mickey covered her ears to muffle the explosive blast but she could do nothing to avoid the blood-whorl that splattered across her bare skin.
The load of buckshot caught the guy just below the hip, sending him crashing down, his leg all but torn from his abdomen. Mickey wondered briefly why Tyson hadn’t just killed the guy out right, but then saw the fountain of blood pumping from the severed femoral artery and she realized Tyson had killed him– just that she had given the g
