"What the fucking hell?" I yell. I run at the woman, but Coke and Loki beat me to her. They take her down hard and she cracks her head against the motor of an old bike.

She doesn't struggle as Loki forces her hands behind her back. She doesn't move at all. Coke jerks her head up and there's a nice gash at the hairline. Coke has her gun. He gives it over when I place my hand out. It's a small .38 revolver. I release the cylinder and spin it to see that one bullet is missing. What ...