how I roll.”
“So how are you?”
“Hungry. Where’s Kaino?”
“Well, he went all Muhammad Ali on anything that even came close to the porch. You should have seen it.”
“I caught a bit of it. He had my six when it was getting really bad. He was something to see.”
“I relieved him of porch patrol and he went to back your play on the run. I pulled a sweep around the mob and tried to stop the van. Anyway, he busted some knuckles. He’s getting his hands taken care of and Miami-Dade pooh-bahs are debriefing him hard.”
“How about you?”
“I have been sternly informed to report in first thing in the morning.”
Bolan looked at his swollen hands and was reminded of the damage he had wreaked. “How about Cocosino’s army?”
Savacool’s shoulders twitched in revulsion. “They’ve been isolated for obvious reasons, but I visited their ward.”
Bolan nodded. “Bad?”
“Cooper, you don’t want to see these people under bright lights, and I’m not even adding in what you did to them. I still see them when I close my eyes.” Tears spilled down Savacool’s cheeks. “I know why you did it the way you did, and I respect it. I just don’t know if you did them any favors.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Well, I already threw up,” Savacool said.
“Me, too.”
“What I want to do is to go to church. I want to pray for those people, and I shit you not, I wouldn’t mind hearing some words of comfort. But I just don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon.”
“You got a big heart, Cool. But I mean they know about your great-aunt’s place, and that means they know about you. You’re on the list. I wouldn’t go home if I were you, or to any friends or relatives.”
“Well, hell, Cooper. Chances are they know we’re here. I don’t know if any place in Miami is safe, so unless you can requisition a helicopter, get clearance to land on the roof and...” Savacool’s voice trailed off. Her bemused disgust look returned. “You’re smiling.”
Bolan nodded at himself. “Some of this is going to require stitches. Gather up Kaino and meet me on the roof in an hour.”
Overtown, Miami
D ELILAH TEASED THE BULLET out of Cocosino’s back. He never flinched. “You got it out?”
“Yes.”
“Rifle or pistol?”
Delilah held up the conical .22-caliber bullet to the single bulb in the room. “Rifle.”
“The FBI bitch...”
Delilah tossed the bullet to the filthy basement floor and the surgical tweezers after it. “You want me to sew you up?”
“Hit me.”
Delilah took a cooked syringe of krokodil and injected it straight into Cocosino’s bullet wound. He visibly relaxed as the cocktail of codeine and solvents flooded his veins. Delilah looked at the rotting yet still strangely vital man beneath her and saw her future. There had been a time when he was one of the up-and-coming hot things in South Beach. Model, gigolo, getting acting jobs and working the club circuit. Then addiction had taken him down to the lowest, most execrable possible path a junkie could go. She had followed him down that spiral path. Then krokodil had arrived on Miami’s shores and taken him from the gutter to hell itself. He had become Cocosino, had become a killer to ensure an endless series of fixes until he could no longer function. Delilah didn’t want to think about what was happening to her own body, but she couldn’t help smelling it. Cocosino would need a new assistant soon. She pushed the image aside with drug-addled insanity and took a sniff of meth before sewing the bullet wound. “I like this El Hombre.”
“I love him. I love everything about him.” Cocosino lay motionless as the surgical needle moved through noninfected flesh. “I want him.”
“They called.”
“What did they say?”
“El Hombre, Agent Savacool and Kaino left the hospital by helicopter. Their whereabouts are currently unknown.”
“That’s not a problem,” Cocosino said.
“We’re out of a job.”
“Lots of people in Miami-Dade need killing. There are plenty of jobs.” Cocosino turned what was left of his face toward Delilah. “And we’ll see El Hombre again.”
Trump International Beach Resort
“W OW .” A GENT S AVACOOL stared out at the Intracoastal Waterway from the twenty-seventh-story balcony.
Kaino looked almost uncomfortable among such luxury. “Jeez, this hotel room is bigger than my house,” he said.
Bolan pulled his hand out of the ice bucket and flexed his fingers. “I was told 1,174 square feet.”
Kaino’s face went flat.
“It is a double suite,” Bolan admitted, and it was pretty damn swanky. “I’ve operated in Florida before. I know a few people who owe me a few favors.”
Savacool gave Bolan a stare equal to Kaino’s. “Donald Trump owes you favors?”
“No, and keep that in mind when you order from room service.”
Kaino waved his taped-up hands as he picked up a menu. “Don’t worry about that, man. A burger and a beer, and I’ll be—” Kaino sat upright in outrage. “A burger costs what! Madre de dios!” Kaino lost his English in shock and reverted to the Spanish of his youth.
Bolan turned to Jack Grimaldi. “Thanks for coming on short notice, Jack.”
The Stony Man pilot grinned. “When have you ever given me notice, Sarge?”
No one raised an eyebrow at the usage of the word Sarge.
“On average?” Bolan conceded. “Never.”
“And now he finally starts talking sense.”
“I got no notice, either,” Kaino concurred.
“Mine was short,” Savacool agreed.
Bolan sighed. “Any of you want out?”
“Oh, hell no!” Kaino laughed. “I’m seeing this one through.”
“To the end,” Savacool agreed.
Grimaldi gave Bolan a droll look. “I gather I’m here for the duration?”
“I’m
