Читать книгу Fatal Prescription - Don Pendleton - Страница 3
Оглавление“The security man was shot in the face,” Inspector Dorao said, pointing to the blood congealing on the desk.
He held his forefinger to the spot between his eyebrows.
“We found an ejected shell casing from a 9 mm about three meters away.”
Right between the eyes, Bolan thought. Whoever did this had good marksmanship.
Dorao motioned them forward and they moved through the security gates, the alarms going off as each of them went through. Dorao’s eyebrows lifted as he regarded Bolan and Grimaldi.
“May I assume that you have special permission to carry concealed weapons?”
“We came right here from another assignment,” Bolan said. “There was concern that this might be the first of several attacks.”
Dorao shook his head. “Let us hope not. But your weapons are of little importance to me at this point.” He gestured toward the elevators. “There were two bodies in the elevator. Others in the security office. Come. I will show you the rest. Upstairs. Be warned. It is not pretty.”
