Part Sixty-Eight

Robert braced himself in the car as Malachi drove to the edge of town. He was going well over the speed limit and the Navigator skidded to a halt on the dirt road some few yards away from the warehouse.

“Kiran!”

By the time Robert opened his door Malachi was already running and it took him a few seconds to see Kiran stumbling out of the warehouse. Kiran slumped forward, hitting his head on a rock just as Malachi reached him.

“Kiran …”

Kiran’s eyelids fluttered but didn’t open as Malachi grabbed his shoulders and lightly shook him. His shirt was torn and covered in blood. Robert reached them and noticed the handcuffs around his wrists, the chain in the middle broken. He had no idea why, but he unlocked the cuffs from Kiran’s wrists and drew his gun.

Robert walked carefully into the dark warehouse and rounded the corner with his gun raised in front of him. Adrian was on the floor, lying on his back, his face almost unrecognizable. He didn’t have to check for a pulse.

He knew Adrian was