Chapter 29
Grim carried Angel up the stairs, she was feather light, as if what she’d done to Steven had sapped her physical mass as well as her energy. Steven’s gun belt hung low on his hips. It was home made and fit bad. Small loops were worked into the front to carry extra cartridges. There were enough for two reloads after he spent the four left in the cylinder of the gun.
Grim knew if he’d heard the first shot from the street, then others would have heard the shot that had taken Steven’s hand almost clean off. He carried Angel to the back door and laid her in the back seat of Steven’s Jeep. He was climbing into the driver’s seat when inspiration struck.
A propane tank sat next to the building’s brick wall, and he followed its copper fuel line to the building, where it coupled
