Mind Bomb. Don Pendleton

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      “Yeah, he used ketamine, just enough to make her comatose.”

      “Could she have had a bad reaction to it? Or a mix? He’d given her Valium earlier. She’d been freaking out pretty hard. Could she have been on something else, as well?”

      “Blood test showed no known narcotics in her bloodstream. Just the ketamine and Valium. Both low dose. She should be sleeping like a baby, not totally unresponsive to outside stimuli.”

      Lyons jumped forward in the timeline. “How’s the Oak?”

      “El Roble died about an hour ago.”

      Lyons felt a little bad about that. He’d never fried someone from the inside out before. “I didn’t think he’d make it.”

      “There were anomalies.”

      Lyons quirked an eyebrow. “Drugs in his system?”

      “He tested positive for steroids, as you might imagine. It appears he was an occasional user of marijuana.”

      “So what was anomalous?”

      “His pupils were blown.”

      Lyons considered that. “Trauma will do that to you.”

      “But from what I read in your preliminary after-action, neither you nor anyone else hit him in the head.”

      The Ironman considered Olivar’s robot walk and the things Able had done to him. “No, you’re right. No one hit him in the head. I electrocuted him, though. That’ll cross a man’s eyes.”

      Kurtzman made a face. “Read about that, but the doctor said his pupils were blown and at the same time he appeared to be in REM sleep.”

      “Rapid eye movement? How could he tell his pupils were blown?”

      “Because his eyes were open.”

      Lyons paused. “He was dreaming with his eyes open and his pupils blown?”

      “He was also trying to talk but you’d fried his mouth and throat.”

      Lyons painted the picture in his head. “That’s not creepy.”

      “Horror-movie creepy, apparently. Despite his condition he nearly broke his restraints. The nurses went into complete freak-out and refused to tend him. The doctor in charge was literally about to call the Nuevo Laredo diocese to see if they had an ordained exorcist available.”

      Lyons shoveled down more steak. Spooky was at 2 percent and rising but he wasn’t about to have the Farm work him up any silver bullets just yet. “So he died.”

      “Yes, but not from the fluids filling up his lungs or the internal electrical burns. He didn’t wheeze or gasp or fade. According to the doctor he suddenly shut off, like someone turning off a light. He said you’d have to shoot someone in the head for them to die any quicker. He said working the ER in Nuevo Laredo he’d seen just about everything. Said he’d never seen anything like Olivar, from the moment he rolled in to the moment he punched out. The doctor sounded like a good man and he sounded genuinely shaken up.”

      Lyons ate steak. “All right, until you get more on your end I’m thinking we are headed back across the border again, maybe if we—”

      “Bastard!” An enraged voice boomed from the other side of the house. “I will kill you!”

      Lyons checked the loads in his Python and scooped up his stun-light. He tapped Kurtzman’s window blank but left his own camera and audio rolling.

      “Follow me.” Lyons followed the sound of thumps, bumps and profanity.

      James stood in the hall by one of the spare bedrooms. “We got a live one.”

      “What happened?”

      “He came up from the transportation tranquilizer I gave him about an hour ago.”

      “Blinking, mumbling and confused as I recall.”

      “Right, but not like Valenzuela. More like he’s in some waking dream or coming off a bender. Then about a minute ago he woke up. And I mean snapped into awareness, found himself handcuffed to a bed and he is pissed.”

      Lyons opened a chat window and texted Blancanales and Schwarz.

      Prisoner awake. He’s seen me ’n Cal. Stay back unless called. Let’s see what Webb County Sheriff’s Department has to say.

      Lyons and James strode into the room. Carl set the open laptop on a dresser to give the camera a good view of the prisoner. Ibanez lay spread-eagle on the bed. James had removed his scorched jacket and uniform shirt and dressed his burns. The captain had some pretty exciting blunt-trauma bruising and his eyes were still red and his voice hoarse from the gas. Despite middle age he was built like a boxer in training. Captain Ibanez was full-on Latino but he had a good-ol’-Texas-boy accent thick enough to cut a knife with. “And just who the hell are you?”

      Lyons put a great big check by that and smiled. He took out his ancient detective pad and made a vaguely questioning circular motion with his pencil. “What? You don’t remember me?”

      “Oh, I am gonna remember you, asshole!” Ibanez snarled. “You have any idea who you’re screwing with?”

      Lyons spent a long infuriating moment searching his eyebrows for the answer. “Webb County Sheriff’s Department?”

      Ibanez smiled pure hatred. “That’s right, smart guy, and you are so dead.”

      Lyons lifted his chin and turned his head to the right and then the left. “You sure you don’t remember me?”

      “I’ve put away more scumbags than I can count, but I’d remember you from a lineup.” Ibanez glared bloody murder at James. “And Super Fly over there.”

      James grinned at Lyons. “Called me Super Fly!”

      “Up yours.”

      The Phoenix Force pro was smiling but he and Lyons exchanged a look of agreement. Spooky was at 3 percent and rising. Lyons spread his hands and kept his tone mocking. “This morning? Half a platoon of Zetas? RPGs? Grenades? Kidnapped Mexican nationals? Me shooting you in the chest twice? None of this ringing a bell?”

      The captain’s eyes flickered down to his scorched and bruised chest. For a heartbeat Lyons saw pure confusion before Ibanez snapped back to rage. “I don’t know what’s going on here or what your beef is...” Ibanez’s voice dropped low. “But best you kill me, Sunshine.”

      Lyons waved his pad. “Nah, think I’ll burn you a steak instead. You like hot sauce, Captain?”

      “Screw you! Webb County always pays its debts!”

      Lyons picked up his laptop and followed James out. Ibanez shouted after them. “Dead! You’re dead! That goes for you, too, Shaft!”

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