Dead South Rising (Book 2): Death Row - Plot & Excerpts
Didn’t even make it out of the building, let alone the back doors. She’d been waiting for him only paces away, barely beyond the door to his room. “That’s it,” Luz said, pistol pointed at David, backing him up into the room he’d just exited. “Just leave it on the floor there.” Without glancing behind her, she shut the door with her heel. He lowered the gym bag to the buffed tile, fingers splayed. “Good. Now, very slowly, unbuckle your gun belt, and toss it in front of me.” “Luz, look,” He tried smiling, though it only came off as patronizing and insincere. “You’re upset. I get it. But just listen to me for a second…” “There’s nothing to talk about.” She swallowed hard. “Roy, he was—” “I said there is nothing to talk about. Unbuckle it, toss it over. Do it now.” He pursed his lips, a flaring sigh through bruised nostrils. This disagreeable bitch was making things very difficult for him. He needed to leave. Now. He had the momentum of emotion, and he had to capitalize on it. Doc was out there somewhere, getting away, and David aimed to finish what that coward started.
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