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Emergency Call
The gang member on the other side of the board banged a fist against the wood. I could feel him pushing. We pushed back harder.
“It’s nailed shut,” the guy said.
“They must have moved on down the alley. Split up and keep your phones on,” Pepe said. “Look for trails of blood. And someone call Perez. Tell him to pick up Killer.”
The voices trailed off. We relaxed behind the board and gently set it down. We picked our way through the sea of needles and into a series of small, murky rooms that smelled of piss and vom. One or two with spaced-out addicts lying on piles of cardboard.
The place was an oven too. I wiped the sweat from my brow with a forearm and noticed Danby struggling to stay upright. We had to find something to plug his wound. Fortunately, the drug den led
