Page 145 of Bishop's Queen

“Fast,” Ella whimpered. “Please.”

One tech cut the bracelet, while the other readied a box for the device.

Ella’s screams curled Bishop’s toes and brought tears to his eyes as the men manhandled her raw, blistered flesh. Then it was done. They moved fast, and so did he. Up and into his arms, he took her, moving quickly as Parker directed him to an ambulance—then a gunshot rang out.

Ella jolted, and he twisted his head, not slowing, but wondering. “Locke?”

“What the hell?” Rocco demanded.

“Goddamn it!” Locke shouted simultaneously.

“All right,” Parker interrupted. “Locke’s fine.”

“What happened?” Bishop asked.

“Jay got his hands on a service weapon while in NYPD’s custody. Blew his brains out.”

“Shit,” Bishop whispered, downing the stairs toward the receiving bay, where the ambulance waited.

“What was that?” she asked.

“Nothing but a checkmate.”

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