And an arm around his neck, choking the life out of him. Turning him purple.
It registers a second later that I’m all too familiar with the offending hand.
I know those fingers. I know those tattoos.
He had been lying in wait behind the door. He waited until we stepped fully inside, until he couldattack the Polish thugs from behind.
I glance to my side.
Cibor is lying face down on the floor, blood pooling around his head. Aleksy and Lucio are stillgrappling for control.
Then I see a gun, lying only a few feet away from him.
I dive. My hand closes around the sweat-slicked metal.
I raise the gun. Aim as best as I can. Pull the trigger.
I’m not prepared for the recoil. The force of it pushes me back against the floor and I knock the backof my head on the corner of th
