From In Pursuit of the Enemy...
The boy turned back, then hooked a thumb toward the short-haired man laying unconscious a few feet away. “Do you know who he is?”
“I have no idea,” Kim answered. “I had hoped perhaps you could tell me.”
Peter shook his head, then picked up the nine millimeter lying beside him. They stood and Peter tucked the weapon into his belt as they went to the other man. Peter squatted, took the man by the shoulder and shook him. The man did not respond. Peter shook him again, harder. There was still no response.
Kim squatted beside Peter and rolled the man over. The man was Korean, between thirty-five and forty years old. His lips were blue. Kim gazed at the man’s chest, but he could detect no movement; the man was not breathing.
Kim checked the man’s pulse at his neck. After a few minutes he removed his fingers and stared into Peter’s eyes.
The boy stood, took a step back. “Jesus Christ!” he said. “Is he…?” He couldn’t finish.
“He is dead,” Kim supplied. The boy swallowed hard several times, his eyes wide with fear.
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