Thankfully, there were no other armed men in the basement to deal with. He breathed a further sigh of relief when he realized he had found what he had been looking for. Doherty was propped up against a wall, staring at the stairwell. His hands were behind him, with his shoulders pulled at a weird angle. Most likely, his hands were handcuffed behind him. One eye was swollen shut, and he had yellowing marks on his face that would be nasty bruises in a day or two. They made eye contact as he entered the basement, and the look of relief that passed over his face was near palpable. His eyes drifted down to the Count’s right hand that was carrying the gun he had lifted from the guy on the couch and widened in surprise. He could imagine it was difficult to put together the image he had of the Cou
