Chapter 47
“Holder. Jesus, you’re finally here. Somebody just lit this place up really good,” said Nelson. “We’ve got some bodies.”
“Based on what the neighbors are saying, someone was firing on full automatic,” said Francine Dillons, picking up an expended cartridge. “.45 caliber. A submachine gun?”
“Oh, that’s wonderful,” said Nelson. “Al Capone comes to Hennington. This just keeps getting better and better.”
“Gotta stay positive, boss,” I said. I was starting to think I wasn’t good for him psychologically.
“Shut up, Holder. Go help Putnam search the buildings. This has to be some kind of militia group, the dead men are all in uniforms. And watch out for booby-traps. If these are the guys who stole the Ebola, they might want to protect it.”
“Any prisoners yet?” asked Dillons.
“Jus
