The idea that Mike was dead made Kurt feel like he was hovering between totally numb and complete meltdown. There was absolutely nothing he could do right this minute except drive Maggie back to her apartment and hope like f*****g hell someone had a lead on where Mike was. He reached across the car and took Maggie’s hand. For a moment, her grip nearly crushed his hand, then she let go and pulled her 9mm out of her purse and checked the clip.
“Mike wasn’t armed. He had no reason. The only reason I am, is I went to the range at lunch time,” Maggie said flatly.
“He’s strong, in shape. You know that. He runs with you, goes to the gym with me. A nose bleed alone can make a freaking mess. Hubert’s right. If he wasn’t alive, ISIS people wouldn’t bother to move him.” Kurt clutched at straws of l
