Even The Dead Will Bleed: A Dave Pulaski Thriller Audiobook

Vlad and I found Karen in the kitchen, deep in conversation with Isaac. Each had a drink. When she saw us, she poured one for the Russian…

What kind of sleep was I supposed to get after drinking all that coffee? Resigned, I wandered into the den and turned on the morning news. More bodies had been discovered…

The air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine. When I walked into the house, everyone was ready to leave. Vlad and Isaac helped Sasha into the motorhome, minus the drip bag…

The streets were slick from the recent rain. Taking his time, Vlad turned into a driveway. Isaac and I made our way to the front and peered out the wide windshield…

Vlad opted to eat lunch with his sister in her private room. So Isaac and I joined Zeles and his team in the top-floor dining room…

Zeles stopped at an intersection of two hallways. “I’ll leave you here. Peter will show you to your rooms.”…

Vlad and I sat at the table in the motorhome, performing a weapons check. His Russian friends had supplied us with plenty of guns, ammo, and body armor…

Four security guards appeared behind us. One of them had Isaac by the arm. Judging from my friend’s appearance, they’d roughed him up pretty good. I glared at the director, whose gun was still on Sasha…

Isaac and the Russians were waiting at the elevators when I arrived. Avoiding eye contact, I joined them. “What’s the holdup?” I said…

Heartsick, I stared at the orange flames and black smoke rising out of the charred shell of our escape vehicle. Isaac laid a hand on my shoulder. “Is there a Plan B?” he said…

Trower stood at the door like Death’s messenger, with armed gray-suits to his left and right. His vulture’s eye glistened. Unblinking, he raised his voice over the pounding rain. “Give us the Russian girl,” he said…

I sat slumped in a chair in the kitchen, contemplating the Four Roses on the table. Maybe Walt was right—better to drink myself to death…

With the rear window blown out, it was cold in the Explorer, even with the heat cranked all the way up. Vlad dozed in the backseat. Maritza did the same next to me as we headed down the 101 towards LA…

The Park La Brea Apartments was a sprawling complex next to a massive outdoor shopping mall called The Grove. Vlad was right about the traffic—it was already backing up on West 3rd Street…

My plan was simple—return to our vehicle without anyone noticing. Later, we’d decide what to do with our prisoner…

I needed time to think and stopped at a place on North Fairfax called Coffee Commissary. Luckily, there was one parking spot on the street…

We changed clothes before hitting the road. I got on the 5 going north, which would lead us to the 14 and eventually the 138 to Perro Negro. That was where Warnick had instructed us to wait…

Watching Zwick lock the front door and lower the shades made me regret leaving our guns in the Tahoe. Was this guy a cop? Or one of Trower’s men? No, that was crazy…

The cold air cut through me like a dull knife. The sun was setting, turning the landscape blood red. Dust devils tore across the sand like demented genies…

Disgusted, Maritza and Berta looked at each other with their mouths open. I’d met my share of scum, but this kind was the worst…

We went off-road at the halfway mark and navigated the dark desert floor. Our destination was a deep ravine off the main highway…

We stood at the edge of a rocky ridge overlooking Baseborn Identity Research. The campus comprised a massive rectangular structure surrounded by smaller buildings. A dual-mesh electrified fence enclosed the entire property…

Gutted. Bled out. Dead. That was Erck now. As we prepared to move out, we found we weren’t alone. The silhouetted figures of a dozen hostiles stood against a harsh light coming from an open set of doors…

We found ourselves in a shadowy corridor. There was a set of glass doors opposite us. And beyond that, a laboratory. Rows of tall tables with microscopes, centrifuges, and other electronic equipment filled the room…

Maritza lay unconscious on the moving mass of human carnage. My instinct told me to jump in, but I’d end up dead too. I reminded myself of the mission—save Sasha…