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I move with it.

"Point that fucking thing at me."

"Move."

"Make me."

His finger shifts against the trigger.

Behind me, Kierra makes a small, broken sound.

Fuck.

She's slipping into another panic attack.

I reach back and catch her hand.

"Stay with me, darlin'."

Her fingers clutch mine.

"Focus on me," I tell her, keeping one eye on the gun.

"I can't."

"Yeah, you can. Breathe."

The leader snorts.

"Touching. Now tell your girlfriend to give us the witness's name and where he's hiding."

"Go to hell."

"She's making this harder than it needs to be."

Kierra's breathing catches.

Then she speaks.

"Where's Aaron?"

Her voice shakes, but I hear every word.

The man looks past my shoulder.

"What?"

"Aaron Mercado. Where is he?"

"Wouldn't worry about him, sweetheart."

"I'm his lawyer."

"Not anymore."

Kierra goes rigid.

"What does that mean?"