Murder on Elbrus
(A Summit Murder Mystery)
by Charles G. Irion and
Ronald J. Watkins
Publisher: Iron Books, LLC
Paperback $19.95
Kindle $8.99
204 pages
Excerpt:
I'd been right, it appeared. The Tiger was alone. When it was 100 feet distant Osip opened up, followed at once by Pyotr. The sound caught me by surprise as it had been some time since I'd heard gunfire in anger. The bright flashes from the snout of the weapons was like as strobe light, brightening the scene in an irregular staccato. I could not tell if the bullets were having any effect but the Tiger slowed then came to a halt. The machine gun barrel atop waved side to side as someone inside moved into position.
But I had my target now and opened fire on the right front tire. The tires would be puncture-proof, meaning they could run some distance even when flat. But I didn't plan to merely flatten it. Once I had the range I switched to full auto and let fly into the tire. When the magazine was empty I inserted the second and did it again. I could make out bits and pieces of rubber flying away from the wheel.
I spotted a figure in the darkness move, then swivel the machine gun barrel towards us. The flash came, then the zip of bullets striking boulders, grass and asphalt, followed at once by the muzzle blast. I instinctively pulled into myself and buried my head.
The problem with such a weapon so mounted was that it exposed the gunner as there was no turret for protection. Osip had the range and easily killed the man before he'd had time to zero in on us. Then behind me I heard an automatic pistol. I looked and there was Natasha, standing fully exposed in the roadway blasting away at the Tiger with a handgun.
“Natasha!” Pyotr shouted. “Get to cover!”
She ignored him as she emptied her gun, screaming in a language I didn't understand.
