He isn’t getting up.
Laney stands frozen in the doorway, clutching Emmy to her chest so tightly the baby lets out a small cry.
Her entire body is shaking.
“Get back in the room,” I order.
She doesn’t move.
Her eyes are locked on the body.
On the blood.
“They found me,” she whispers.
Fear cracks through her voice like breaking glass.
“No,” I say, grabbing her shoulders and forcing her to look at me.
“They didn’t find you.”
My voice drops.
“They found me.”
Trigger, Wolf, Havoc, and two more men flood the hallway seconds later.
Weapons drawn.
Eyes sharp.
“Second suspect fled,” I say. “Dark clothes. Armed. Professional.”
Wolf swears under his breath.
Trigger is already on the radio.
“We’re locking the place down.”
Laney is still shaking.
Still staring.
I guide her back into the room myself and shut the door behind us.
Her teeth are chattering.
“They’re here,” she keeps whispering. “I told you. I told you.”
I kneel in front of her.
“Laney.”
She doesn’t stop shaking.
“Laney—look at me.”
Her eyes finally lift to mine.
