Even The Dead Will Bleed: A Dave Pulaski Thriller Audiobook

It was late afternoon when we arrived. Cuco parked on Wilshire and headed to the lake while I waited in the front passenger seat…

The sting of icy tap water brought me around. Like a diver bobbing to the surface, I came to as footsteps faded…

Vlad grabbed my arm and pointed the way. “What about your friends?” I said…

Sasha bolted out of the house and threw her arms around me. She buried her face in my chest, murmuring things I didn’t understand…

Maritza and I agreed to meet at Starbucks in Silver Lake. Though it was off the main drag, it afforded a nice view of the surrounding neighborhood. I didn’t want Trower surprising me and, as a precaution, drove Cuco’s car…

The celebrity stalker was still inside, staring at his phone like a kid with a Pokémon card. After a couple minutes, he exited the store. I got out of my car as he approached the parking lot…

Maritza lay in my arms, twirling the hairs on my chest with her finger. I wondered if it was possible to remain there forever. No Hellborn, no cutters…

The doorbell rang, startling Maritza. I wasn’t sure how to make this better and kissed her hand. She embraced me. “It’ll be okay,” I said…

Everything looked wrong the moment I got out of the car. For one thing, instead of kids playing outside, the street was deserted. Dark clouds laden with rain scudded across an oppressive sky. Somewhere, a dog barked a warning…

LA traffic was a nightmare, and it took me over an hour to get across town. At least it wasn’t raining. Jeong was in the yard, inspecting a vintage Coupe de Ville…

We hiked a couple blocks to where the taxi inspector’s vehicle was parked. I was nervous about going anywhere with the stranger. Still, I was already late and didn’t want to wait for a taxi…

Naked, I stood in the middle of the LA River, looking at the moon through slanted rain. As a torrent of water rushed over my feet, I remained anchored. In front of me, an enormous concrete pile held up the Sixth Street Viaduct…

I worried the gray-suits had made the Tahoe and were on their way. There wasn’t enough time to see the Korean about a new vehicle…

Walt Freeman sat at a long table with microphones, surrounded by military men, their chests bursting with medals. There were other stiffs in suits who looked like attorneys…

I walked into the alley behind the house, carrying my duffel. There was a tan-and-white Forester motorhome parked there. A skinny emo poser in black jeans and a band T-shirt was crouched on one side, polishing a chrome rim with a microfiber cloth…

Sasha clung to me, her face pressed against my chest. I thought Vlad would be angry. But when I looked up, her brother’s expression was only one of concern…

We kept to the road. The air was cool, and the recent rain intensified the smell of lilac and sage scrub. The panicked crowds had moved on…

Vlad’s driving turned out to be a blessing. Maintaining a steady speed, he didn’t make unsafe lane changes or do anything to arouse suspicion. He was the perfect limo driver…

Maritza’s mentor, Karen Rothberg, kicked off our arrival with an intimate cocktail party. Though I didn’t drink, I thought the gesture was classy…

It took me a minute to reorient. Mentally, I reviewed the information I’d gathered in Tres Marias—people, places, snippets of conversation. And RS-6160…

Sasha lay tied to the bed with thin polyester rope, her head tossing from side to side. Her outstretched hands and arms were slick with blood. A red stain covered her abdomen…

Calling Isaac was risky, and I was less sure now that I should do it. He was my friend, and I was about to put his life in danger…

Vlad and I hovered over Karen’s desk as she googled Baseborn Identity Research and navigated to the company’s website. “The cutters are a problem,” she said…

When the knock came, I hurried to the front door and flung it open. Real smart, Dave. It might’ve been a gray-suit—or Trower…

Maritza and I watched television in the den. I went around the dial, looking for more news about Hellborn. Since there wasn’t any, we settled for a Seinfeld rerun. “So how would you feel about me returning to the station?” she said…