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Sirens wailed in the distance, coming closer. Alex looked out the windshield toward the front of the house, where the two Russians were lying. “Are both the Russians dead?”
“One of them is. The one you shot has a chest wound, but since he hasn’t died, he’ll probably make it. He’ll be taken to the hospital, along with Trotter. Once those two are patched up, the FBI will take over. I’m guessing Trotter and the Russian will be in custody for a long time.”
The sirens cut out, and moments later, an ambulance appeared behind their car. At almost the same time, Jerry staggered out of the house, clutching a zip-top bag holding ice and something pinkish white. “Looks like he found his finger,” Gideon said, no expression in his voice.
The next fifteen minutes were filled with medics checking on the still-living Russian, who Jerry identified as Sergei. They cut off his shirt, then placed a large piece of tape over his chest. Started an IV and loaded him into an ambulance.
Then they checked Jerry. He got an IV, too, then they loaded him into the remaining ambulance. The doors slammed shut and the second ambulance took off. The wails of the two sirens gradually faded as they raced toward the Helena hospital.
By the time the sheriff and two deputies had taken everyone’s statement, Alex was leaning heavily against Gideon. The adrenaline burn was long gone, and she could barely keep her eyes open. Pete Jacobs, the sheriff, noticed and strode over. “Take her back to your compound,” he told Gideon. “Unless she needs to see a doctor for that head injury.”
“I’m fine,” Alex roused enough to say. She felt as if she could sleep for the next twenty-four hours. “Just a cut from the broken windshield.”
“I’ll get a tow truck out here to haul your car into town,” Jacobs said. “Anything wrong besides the window?”
“Probably some bullet holes,” she said wearily.
“Got it. Go on home, both of you, and take your associates from Blackhawk Security with you. We’re gonna be working this crime scene for a long time.” He hesitated, then added, “Good work, all of you. Who the hell would have thought we’d have the Bratva in Helena, Montana?”
Alex watched Gideon open his mouth to say something to the sheriff. He hesitated, then nodded once. “Yeah,” he said. Who woulda thought the Russian mob would show up in Montana?”
