Chapter 27
Frank jumped when a hand fell on his shoulder.
“Come, my friend,” Boris said. “We must finish this now. We will pay our respects when everything is done.”
Frank looked at Kaplan’s face one last time, then took the dead man’s pistol and rose, wincing when his knees popped.
He was getting too old for this.
A large, heavy wooden door blocked the end of the hall. They approached it slowly, guns aimed forward.
Frank heard nothing.
Nothing except the distant wail of sirens, getting louder.
“Cover me,” he said. How many cheesy movies and TV shows had he seen where someone spouted the same line? He hadn’t covered Kaplan at—
Get outta yer goddamn head.
Frank reached out with his left hand and threw the door open. He saw three…no, four people inside before more gunfire spat towa
