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We found the man now hammering against the door and screaming.
“Hey, ya wuss!” Taz shouted.
The man whirled around, gun in hand and fired.
Luckily, he was a lousy aim and Taz was fast enough to get out of the way.
“Hey!” I called.
That was enough to distract him.
Taz popped out again and I used the house to shield my body. A loud boom echoed through the air followed by the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.
When I looked around, Taz was re-holstering her gun, and the intruder was lying on the ground, clutching his chest.
She stood over him.
“Who the fuck are you?” She demanded. “You’re not a Frog. Why are you here harassing little old ladies?”
“Go fuck yourself.” He panted.
I was close enough to assess what was happening and knew it wouldn’t end well for this guy.
“Classy.” Taz murmured, stepped over him and headed for the door.
It didn’t take long for his breathing to sound wet, and I knew what was happening.
“Hospital.” He panted.
“No need.” Taz didn’t turn away from the door she was knocking on.
“Your lungs are now filling up with blood.” I told him. “You can die here peacefully, or in the chaos of an ambulance.”
“Of course—I—”
He sputtered then coughed up blood.
“You’re dying.” I hunched down beside him. “Isgo fuck yourselfthe last thing you wish to say.”
But the man didn’t change his mind.
He died soon after and I went through his pockets. We found a cellphone that wasn’t password protected, a roll of cash that I guessed to be at least a thousand dollars and a piece of paper with Ma’s address on it.
“Call her,” I said to Taz who was still knocking.
While she spoke to Ma, I rolled the dead man to get to his other pockets. He had a second gun, loaded and ready.
“All this for a little old lady.” I muttered.
I put the money back into his pocket but kept everything else.
Ma let Taz into the house, and I put in a call to Tex to give him access to the phone. While he was digging around, I checked the man’s pulse out of an abundance of caution, then entered the house to join them.
“What are we going to do about the dead bloke on my back porch?” Ma asked.
“You’re going to pack an overnight bag.” Taz told her. “We’ll handle the body.”
“This is all because of Darby?” She wanted to know.
