Free The Unremarkable Heart by Karin Slaughter Page A

silence for equivocation. ‘You really wanna lose your mommy over Chico here?’
    Faith pretended to understand. ‘It’s that simple? You’ll trade?’
    He shrugged. ‘Only way we’ll both walk outta here.’
    ‘Bullshit.’
    ‘No bullshit. Even trade.’ The sirens got louder. Tires screeched in the street. ‘Come on, bitch. Tick-tock. Deal or no deal?’
    He was lying. He’d already killed one person. He was threatening another. As soon as he figured out Faith was bluffing, the only thing he’d give her was a bullet in the chest.
    ‘Deal,’ she agreed, using her left hand to toss the shotgun out in front of her.
    The firearms instructor at the shooting range carried a stopwatch that counted every tenth of a second, which was why Faith knew that it took her right hand exactly eight-tenths of a second to draw her Glock from her side holster. While the Asian was distracted by her shotgun dropping at his feet, she did just this, pulling the Glock, snaking her finger around the trigger, and shooting the man in the head.
    His arms flew up. The gun dropped. He was dead before he hit the floor.
    The front door splintered open. Faith turned toward the foyer as an entry team in full raid gear flooded into the house. And then she turned back toward the bedroom and realized the Mexican was gone.
    The patio door was open. Faith ran outside as the Mexican vaulted over the chain link fence. The S&W was in his hand. Mrs Johnson’s grandchildren were playing in her backyard. They screamed when they saw the armed man heading toward them. He was twenty feet away. Fifteen. He raised the gun toward the girls and fired a shot over their heads. Brick siding sprayed onto the ground. They were too scared to scream anymore, to move, to save themselves. Faith stopped at the fence, lined up her Glock, and squeezed the trigger.
    The man jerked as if a string had been pulled through his chest. He stayed up for at least a full second, then his knees buckled and he fell backward onto the ground. Faith jumped over the fence and sprinted toward him. She slammed her heel into his wrist until he let go of her mother’s gun. The girls started screaming again. Mrs Johnson came out onto the porch and scooped them up like baby ducklings. She glanced back at Faith as she shut the door. The look in her eyes was shocked, horrified. She used to chase Zeke and Faith with the garden hose when they were little. She used to feel safe here.
    Faith holstered her Glock and tucked Evelyn’s revolver into the back of her pants. She grabbed the Mexican by the shoulders. ‘Where’s my mother?’ she demanded. ‘What did they do to her?’
    He opened his mouth, blood oozing beneath the silver caps in his teeth. He was smiling. The asshole was smiling.
    ‘Where is she?’ Faith pressed her hand to his battered chest, feeling his broken ribs move beneath her fingers. He screamed in pain, and she pushed harder, grinding the bones together. ‘Where is she?’
    ‘Agent!’ A young cop steadied himself with one hand as he jumped over the fence. He drew down on her, his gun angled toward the ground. ‘Back away from the prisoner.’
    Faith got closer to the Mexican. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin. ‘Tell me where she is.’
    His throat worked. He wasn’t feeling the pain anymore. His pupils were the size of dimes. His eyelids fluttered. The corner of his lip twitched.
    ‘Tell me where she is.’ Her voice got more desperate with each word. ‘Oh, God, just – please – tell me where she is!’
    His breath had a sticky sound, as if his lungs were taped together. His lips moved. He whispered something she couldn’t make out.
    ‘What?’ Faith put her ear so close to his lips that she could feel spit coming out of his mouth. ‘Tell me,’ she whispered. ‘Please tell me.’
    ‘ Almeja .’
    ‘What?’ Faith repeated. ‘What did you say?’ His mouth opened. Instead of words, blood pooled out. ‘What did you say?’ she screamed. ‘Tell