“What about us?” she asked nervously. He might seem like he wanted to go legit but they were loose ends. Would he want to take care of them?
“Yes, what about you two? Good question.”
“You’re holding my gun,” Jack stated, gazing at the weapon the man still held. “You can either stay…we’ll say you saved us from Victor…which you did. Or you can…walk out of here. I’ll say…I shot Victor in self-defense…after he shot Callie…and stabbed me.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
Pascucci narrowed his eyes and looked at the gun in his hands. “I did save you when I shot Victor, didn’t I? How very brave of me. You’d seriously let the cops know this? That could go a long way in my case to take over some of the legitimate businesses.”
“It’s the truth,” Callie said. They needed to get medical help and soon. Jack was fading away. She couldn’t lose him. To get this far and still spend her life without him, too unfair.
Pascucci nodded.
“On one condition,” Callie added, her mind thinking of the future. “You get rid of the price on Jack’s head. Take the hit off him. Can you do that?”
Pascucci smirked. “With Victor dead and no pay off guaranteed, that’s easy. But I’ll even make a few phone calls to make sure.”
“Thank you.” Calliewasthankful, but they still needed help. “Now any possibility you could phone for an ambulance?”
The sound of footsteps running over snow and through branches met their ears. Pascucci lowered the gun to the ground and raised his hands in the air. “I don’t think I’ll need to. Looks like help has arrived.”
