When he did, I saw Eddie standing behind him, his gun in his hand and it was smoking.
Thank… you… God.
It might seem terrible that I was thanking the good Lord that someone got shot but if divine retribution came in the form of Eddie Chavez and his service revolver, I was not going to quibble.
Before I could react, or look around to see where Lee was, I heard from behind me in a voice I knew.
“Let her go.”
It wasn’t Lee.
It was Darius.
My wrists were let go and I turned my head and saw Darius, standing behind and partially beside Bad Guy Number Two, a gun to his temple.
Wow.
“Step back,” Darius said and Bad Guy Number Two and Darius moved back several steps.
Eddie came forward, gun pointed at the man on the floor who was rolling around, hands holding his thigh, blood seeping between his fingers.
I stared in horror. I wasn’t really good with blood and there seemed to be a lot of it.
“Move away, Indy,” Eddie ordered and without the ability to walk, I hopped several feet, then sat on the floor to untie the rope from around my ankles, eyes up and watching.
Eddie moved his gun to Wilcox, who finally had stood, and he snapped, “Sit.”
Wilcox’s gaze locked on Eddie the whole time, slowly, he sat. He still looked strangely calm, as if he had a secret. I didn’t like the idea of Wilcox having secrets. I also didn’t like the fact that Lee wasn’t there.
I got to my feet and Eddie unsnapped the cuffs on his belt and held them out to me.
“Cuff Wilcox,” Eddie said.
I didn’t want to go anywhere near Terry Wilcox but I figured now was not the time to argue. I was still recovering from my freak out when I thought I wasn’t going to be saved, I didn’t have it in me to give Eddie any lip.
I took the cuffs and walked behind Wilcox’s chair.
“Lean forward,” I said and I could hear my voice was shaking.
In fact, I was shaking, full-body shakes, head-to-toe. I didn’t want to admit it, India Savage, Rock Chick and Scaredy Cat, but there it was.
Wilcox leaned forward obediently. I cuffed him and then took two (big) steps back.
Darius had Bad Guy Number Two on his knees on the floor, Darius standing over him pointing his gun to his head.
Everyone stood around watching Bad Guy Number One moaning on the floor and bleeding.
“What do we do now?” I asked no one in particular. I figured that Bad Guy Number One was, of course, a bad guy but I didn’t figure it was all right to let him bleed to death on the rather nice rug.
“We need to call an ambulance,” Eddie said, eyes still on the writhing sidekick.
“No ambulance,” Darius put in.
Eddie’s gaze cut to Darius and his mouth got tight. “Darius.”
“No ambulance, Ed. Got the word from Mace. Gino’s clean up.”
That’s when the air in the room changed.