All Chapters of Shadow of Saul: Chapter 151
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Chapter 151. Brands Of Cement.
The hours during their stakeout passed slowly.Cross had not done anything worth watching for the better part of three hours. She had moved from the upstairs window to the downstairs living room, and then from the living room to the kitchen, and then back to the living room again. She had made herself dinner after which she had sat on her couch and eaten it while scrolling through her phone. She had washed the single bowl and the single spoon and set them in a drying rack beside the sink. Then she had paced. Then sat. Then paced again. At one point, she had disappeared into a room at the back of the house and stayed there for twenty minutes, during which Kim had convinced herself that Cross had slipped out a back door and was currently driving away while they sat here like idiots. Then Cross had reappeared in the living room, wearing a different sweater, and Kim had let out a breath she had not realized she was holding."She's not doing anything," Kim said, slumping back against
Chapter 152. Strike.
They played for a while, the categories growing more absurd as the night stretched on. Dog breeds. Things that were yellow. Words that rhymed with "orange." Kim won some and lost more, and she found herself sitting up straighter, her exhaustion receding with every stupid category."How do you even come up with any of this?" she asked after she lost a round about types of screws."I told you, There's a lot of waiting around to be done during the job and the guys I worked with, we had to find ways to pass the time." He was quiet for a moment, his gaze drifting toward the house across the street. Cross's living room lights had been turned off by their fifth game and the woman had gone to the back of the house. But there was no sign of her doing anything note worthy "There was this one guy, Ervin. He was terrible at this game. Every category, he would just say the first word that popped into his head, even if it made no sense. 'Things you find in a toolbox.' 'Elephant.' Every single tim
Chapter 153. Rogue.
He stirred immediately, his eyes snapping open alertness that belied the blurriness of his vision.His gaze found her face in the darkness, and she saw the confusion in his eyes for only a moment before it cleared."What's wrong?" he asked, his voice still rough with sleep.Kim didn't answer with words. She just pointed.Saul followed her gaze across the street, and his eyes widened as he took in the sight.Detective Cross was walking down the front path of her house, and she was fully dressed. Not in her usual professional attire. The sweater and plain pants she had put on earlier that evening was gone, replaced by dark tactical pants and a fitted black jacket. Even her low hair looked slicked back against her skull.She moved with purpose, her strides long and sure, and she didn't glance back at the house even once.She reached her sedan and opened the driver's side door. The interior light flicked on briefly, illuminating her face. Kim saw the set of her jaw, the hardness in her
Chapter 154. The Climb.
But going further, they saw it wasn’t over. There was another fence in front of them, this one set further back from the first, closer to the warehouse itself. It was made of concrete segments, topped with more wire, but the wall itself was shorter, maybe seven feet. Beyond it, the warehouse stood.It was a black shape against the slightly lighter black of the sky. It was exactly as Leo's schematics had shown.A massive, sprawling structure of corrugated metal and rust-streaked walls, its windows boarded over or painted black. But there was light coming from somewhere inside, a faint, flickering glow that seeped through a crack in one of the upper windows, and Kim felt her stomach tighten at the sight of it.They watched from a distance, taking cover behind a thick tree that had somehow survived the industrial blight. Cross was already at the wall. She paused, assessed it, then placed her hands on the top edge and vaulted up and over with a fluid motion that sent a small shower
Chapter 155. Firearms.
The sound came from directly behind his head.Saul turned, his whole body going cold.Cross stood there, her face a mask of controlled intensity, her arm extended with a steadiness that was terrifying in its calm. The gun in her hand was aimed directly at his face, the barrel a small, perfect circle of darkness. He could see the faint sheen of sweat on her brow, the way her finger rested on the trigger with a professional’s discipline.And beside her, in the shadow that had somehow swallowed his partner whole, was Kim. She was standing rigid, her jaw tight, her eyes blazing with a fury that wasn’t directed at him. There was another gun in the woman's other hand that was pressed against Kim’s temple, the muzzle dimpling her skin.For a long moment, nobody spoke. Saul could hear his own breathing, could feel the blood rushing in his ears. Cross's eyes flicked from him to Kim and back again, and something in her expression shifted, her frown deepening with something like exasperation.
Chapter 156. Visitors.
Pushing the light to Saul for him to hold and pocketing her gun in her waistband, she worked the tool in the keyhole with quick, precise movements. After one intense minute of tension, there was a soft click, and then the door swung inward on silent hinges.Reclaiming her light and pulling out her gun again, Cross slipped through first, her weapon raised, her flashlight cutting a narrow beam through the darkness. Kim followed, then Saul, pulling the door shut behind them with a soft, careful click.The interior of the warehouse was exactly what Saul had expected, vast and cavernous, with a ceiling that disappeared into shadow above them. The space was empty.Dust piles marked where heavy machinery had once stood, their outlines preserved in the grime on the floor. Rust stains bled across the concrete like old wounds. Faded paint showed where lines had been drawn, zones marked out, workstations delineated.Disconnected wires hung from the ceiling like dead vines, their ends frayed an
Chapter 157. The Van.
Snorting with disdain, she turned her gaze from Kim to Saul, her eyes assessing, cataloging."You," she said, pointing at Kim, "have too much at stake to be anything but helpful. Your brother is in the hands of these people. You're not going to do anything that might put him at risk, because if you screw this up, he dies. That's your motivation, and it's a strong one."She shifted her attention to Saul. "And you. You clearly care about her, and about the siblings' wellbeing. You also care about your company, and these people have been stealing from it for years. You're motivated too….maybe not the same way, but close enough."Cross took a breath, her jaw tightening."I don't have the mental elasticity to lead a pseudo-investigation with the two of you while also settling your little lovers' quarrel," she said, her voice dropping to something almost dangerous. "So here's what's going to happen. You're going to suck it up and focus. Whatever's going on between you, whatever unresolved
Chapter 158. Cover.
Saul's head snapped toward the detective at that, his eyes widening. He couldn't help the incredulity that was practically painted over his face and honestly no one in this situation could blame him! What was the detective playing at really?First she let them follow her here, next she gave Kim a gun, and now she wanted Kim to shoot at people?He had totally misjudged the woman. He thought she was pretty uptight….. and was the kind of person who liked to control things around her and who followed the rules to the ‘T, with expectations that everyone else would do the same. But he was wrong. The woman was clearly uptight and crazy, a combination that boggled his mind."What?" he hissed, keeping his voice low. "You can't be serious. She's never fired a gun in her life.""Then she's about to learn," Cross replied, not even looking at him. "Unless you'd rather take your chances with six armed men and a van."Saul opened his mouth to argue, but Kim's hand on his arm stopped him. She was
Chapter 159. Explosions.
She pushed off from the wall and broke into a run, heading straight for the concrete fence that separated the inner yard from the outer perimeter. Kim and Saul followed without hesitation, their bodies low, their legs pumping.To his credit, the driver of the van noticed them almost immediately.He shouted something, his voice carrying across the yard, and suddenly the van was moving, its engine roaring as it swung around and began to pursue them."Don't stop!" Cross shouted. "Keep moving!"They hit the concrete fence and scrambled over it, their hands scraping against the rough surface, their feet finding purchase on the uneven edges. Kim's gun clattered against the concrete as she pulled herself over, and she nearly dropped it, catching it at the last second.They dropped down on the other side and ran for the wire fence, the one Cross had cut earlier. The slit was still there, the edges of the wire gleaming in the floodlights.They passed through it one by one, Cross first, then
Chapter 160. Patch Up.
Saul reached for the door handle, his body protesting every movement, when Kim spoke. Her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, and it cracked on the first word."We should split up. Go to a hospital, get patched up, and meet back later. It'll be faster that way."Cross didn't even look at her. She killed the engine and opened her door, her movements fluid despite the exhaustion that was clearly visible in the lines around her eyes."No."Kim blinked, her brow furrowing with confusion. "What?""No," Cross repeated, stepping out of the car. She slammed the door behind her and walked around to the back, her footsteps echoing in the quiet morning. "A hospital will take too much time. We don't have that kind of time. I'll patch you up here."Saul felt his brow furrow. The idea of letting this woman, this detective who had been so hostile just hours ago, treat his injuries in her own home seemed wrong somehow. Almost…. Dangerous."Detective, that's not-""I said no." Cross's voice wa