Chapter 17
“You must be Powers,” said one of the unseen gunmen. “How about you and your buddy lay those grease guns down, nice and slow.”
No help for it. Frank and Horace unslung the Steyrs and lowered them to the floor, then rose up again, hands out away from their sides.
“Smart man,” the voice said. “See, Eugene? The boss said he’s smart. Now, keep your hands away from your bodies, away from each other’s bodies too, and turn around.”
They did so, and got blinded when two of the ambush party lit them up with high power flashlights.
Not before Frank counted five of them. Not bruisers and not w*********h. These guys looked competent. The two with the lights still held their shotguns pointed in Frank’s direction. Casual but steady. Depending on the strength in their arms and the loads i
