Bab 131: Chapter 131

“Yeah.” This voice came from behind us, and I could have sworn at myself for not being more alert. “Say goodbye.”

I tightened my grip on the handgun, but before I could turn and fire, a shot rang out. I bit back a moan and stared at my husband, waiting for him to crumple to the floor. He just stood there, though. Had I been shot? I didn’t feel any pain, and when I looked down at my torso, no exit wound pouring blood marred the white shirt I wore.

“Pandora!” Finchley howled. “No!”

She turned to stare at him. “I don’t under—” Blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth; it pumped out of the wound in her chest with each beat of her heart. She slumped back in her chair.

Finchley howled again and aimed Mark’s Glock at us, just as a second shot was fired. Gautier’s assistant spun from the force of the bullet to lay sprawled facedown on the floor. Mark’s Glock was just out of reach of his outstretched hand.

“I didn’t think we were expecting visitors. You okay, Butch?”