CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
The blast was instant and impressive, louder than the chug of a shotgun. The orange fireball lasted only a half second but sent a wave of scorching heat throughout the office-turned-living space. The four men either leapt to the floor or were forced to it, sent reeling by the improvised flash-bang.
Reid rounded the corner and entered the makeshift apartment. A haze of smoke filled the room. The explosion had cracked the thin card table in half. There were several small fires burning, scattered playing cards smoldering into ash. One of the men stood, wobbling on his legs—the bald man he had seen through the window. A thin trail of blood fell from each ear. He barely even seemed to notice that anyone had entered the apartment before Reid drove an elbow into his solar pl
