“How much trouble am I in if I put this horrible sonofabitch out of his misery?” Linda stood thinking and looking at the gasping thug on the street over the sights of her gun. Tracey looked around them and saw a couple of women nodding and grinning from street-side windows. Unlikely anyone in this area would be screaming for the police over a wounded criminal, she decided, and took a closer look at the bleeding Zeta. Linda’s round hit just inside his left shoulder blade and exited on a shoulder. The way the man was gasping made her think the bullet might have nicked a lung.
She moved toward the women watching from a nearby window. “Call an ambulance,” she said in an adrenaline-charged shout. One of the nearest observers just shrugged and spit into the street. “Llamar a una ambulancia, por
