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Partly because of this he didn’t have an apartment or house. He preferred hotel rooms and staying at one of his girlfriends, of whch there were many he could choose from. Can’t stay in one place for too long, not in his line of work. If he needed to clean up, or a change of clothes he’d stop by one of the girls’ places for a shower and a shag. One didn’t have to happen before the other.

As he loaded the weapon an image of Jonas, the fat lawyer, pinwheeling down the side of the building played through his mind. It made him smile. Chris would have approved. You weren’t suppose to touch lawyers, especially your own. But Chris getting thrown in prison for life was unacceptable to Nate. Someone had to answer for it, and all other participants in that job were dead. So that left the defense attorney. Irrefutable evidence or not, Chris should have walked out of that courtroom and into the nearest bar.

Didn’t happen, so Jonas got himself turned inside out. Such an action would normally have serious ramifications for Nate. Possibly fatal. But he was hedging his bets it wouldn’t come to that.

In fact, he was betting a lot of things were about to change for the better.

He finished the rest of his preparations and left Crystal’s basement, locking the door behind him.

In the front driveway was a black Trans Am, with a dull red firebird painted across its hood. He walked past it.

“Aren’t you gonna take the Bird?” asked Crystal. “Or are you on some kind of health kick now?”

“Doesn’t work,” Nate said as he got on his bike.

“Did you break it or something?”

“Not me.”

“Well, who did then?”

“Aliens,” he said with a grin and rode off. It was time he checked in with Unger.

CHAPTER TEN

Wyatt

“Buddy,” Wyatt said, a wide grin spreading across his face. “I see some help for you right up ahead.”

Ethan tried to turn and look, but couldn’t. “What? Some sexy asian girls dying to get their hands on this old body of mine?”

Wyatt chuckled. “Even better than that.”

The ambulance was right smack dab in the middle of a crowded intersection. Dozens of vehicles surrounded it. Its lights weren’t flashing and Wyatt didn’t see any medics in the front cab.

Wyatt shoved at the cart, accelerating it down the sidewalk. “Let’s get you over there.”

At the corner of the intersection, Wyatt found he couldn’t get the cart down onto the street’s pavement. All the vehicles were bumper to bumper creating an impassible wall of fiberglass and steel.

Wyatt grumbled a curse and waved at the ambulance. There were still no medics that he could see.

“You’re making a spectacle of yourself,” Ethan said, eyes half-lidded and looking paler. “Damned attention whore.”

Frustrated, Wyatt said, “Wait here, buddy. I’ll get you some help.” He left Ethan in the cart and stepped onto the street. A sedan blocked his way, with both ends crammed up against other vehicles, so he heaved himself onto its hood.

“Hey!” shouted the driver, a wild-eyed man with a beard. “What the hell you doing to my car?”

“It’s blocking progress!” Wyatt said, sliding over it and off the opposite side. He then navigated through several rows of dead traffic this way, annoying drivers who were already very ticked off at their predicament.

So elated at the sight of the ambulance, Wyatt barely registered their complaints, nor did he shout back at them all that much. Which he considered was lucky for them.

Finally, he stepped up to the ambulance and pressed his face against its windshield. No one there.

“Ah, come on!” he said as he hurried around to the rear.

He found the back doors closed and when he tried to open them, they were locked.

“God damnit!” Wyatt said, banging loudly on the door.

“They’re gone,” said a woman standing next to a Mazda.

“Gone?” Wyatt whirled on her. “What do you mean gone?”

The woman took a step back, looking concerned. “Yeah, they left about ten minutes ago.”

Wyatt turned and punched at the ambulance’s doors. “This can’t be happening! Why is this happening?” He thought of Ethan bleeding out and dying in the cart on the side of the road. The ambulance was right here!

The woman said, “They were transporting a patient when everything stopped. Then they hauled him over these cars, put him in a wheelchair and took off.”

“Where?” Wyatt said, his anger in full bloom.

“They’re too far from the hospital so I think they were going to try to get the guy to the clinic.”

“Which clinic?”

“Elmdale, I think it’s called. About four blocks that way,” she said, pointing.

Wyatt looked in the direction, but saw only a sea of trapped vehicles, the sun glinting off them.

By now, his anger boiled. Why did they leave? If they stayed by the damned ambulance, Ethan would be getting help right now.

Wyatt ran to the front of the ambulance again and tried the doors. Locked. He looked back over the cars at Ethan, who appeared asleep, slumped in the cart.

“Damnit,” Wyatt said, then returned the same route he had come, crawling over hoods and matching angry shouts with their drivers.

He reached the sidewalk, again, and stood sweating profusely next to Ethan. “How you doing, buddy?”

Ethan smiled weakly. “Haven’t taken to the ghost, yet, if that’s what you’re wondering.” He didn’t look good at all. “The medics there?”

Wyatt shook his head. His heart was racing in his chest. “No. They left with a patient. But the good news is we’re close to that clinic.”

“Yay,” Ethan cheered quietly.

Wyatt looked at the intersection again. He needed to get Ethan over to the other side. But there was no physical way to push the cart through. He could try to go further up the street in hopes of finding a clear path across, but looking in that direction told him it would be more of the same.

“Hey, Wyatt,” Ethan said.

Wyatt turned his glare toward him, his eyes frantic. “Yeah?”

“You need to relax a little. Can’t have you popping on me.” Ethan looked concerned. He’d seen Wyatt lose his temper before and it had never been pretty.

Wyatt barely registered the words, instead he went back to looking for a path across. If he couldn’t get both Ethan and the cart across at the same time, then the only alternative was to take each one in turn. Ethan was the heaviest, so he’d take him first. If Wyatt ran out of juice by the time he got them to the other side, he’d forget about retrieving the cart.

He blinked sweat from his eyes and wiped at his face. This was a crazy idea, but any sane options were no longer on the table.

“Okay, buddy, we need to get you out of there,” Wyatt said. He reached down and grabbed Ethan by an arm.

“Out?” Ethan said, but didn’t resist. He let Wyatt pull him out of the cart.

“Yeah, we got to cross somehow. The clinic is further down the road that way.”

Ethan gazed about amused at the sight of so many vehicles rendered useless. “Maybe if we pushed the cross-walk button that would help.”

Wyatt was to agitated to even hear the joke. “We can’t go around so we’re going over them.”

“Hate to put a dent in your plan, Wyatt, but I’m as useful as a sack of shit, right now. I might fall asleep halfway.”

Putting his friend’s arm around his shoulder, Wyatt said, “If you fall asleep, I’ll carry you. No matter what.”

They stepped up to the sedan he’d crossed over twice before. The wild-eyed driver stood next to it, glaring at them with open hostility. “What do you think you’re going to do now, huh?” he said.