Chapter Ten
Gamble lay in a quickly thickening pool of blood in a non-descript alley just off Twenty-third. Gordon knelt beside the body. "What do we have?"
"GSW to the pulmonary artery," the coroner said. "I suspect close range, hence the rapid bleeding out." He motioned for the EMTs to load Gamble in the bus. "You'll have my full report tomorrow."
"Goddammit," Harvey mumbled. "And he was our best lead to the weapons traffic in Gotham. What the Hell we gonna do now, Jim?"
Gordon stood up. "We're going to play it just like business as usual. Can't let the gangs know we were using him." He paused. "Thank you, Doctor."
The coroner waved nonchalantly as he entered his car and pulled away.
"Come on, Harv, I'll buy you a drink."