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size up the situation. Tom was unarmed, Gerry still held
the gun but the angle he held it at told a story Gerry was unaware of. He was
letting it dangle limply and Danny knew he had used all of his bullets. He
might use the gun as a bluff but it would be a useless one.
    Tom was a scant few inches from Meghan
and Danny reacted. He clasped his hands together, pivoting on the balls of his
feet in order to use his entire upper body strength to hit the other man. When
his hands met Tom’s solar plexus a satisfying whoosh of air ensued and Tom bent
double, his face red and his mouth open in a gape of pain and fear.
    Gerry raised the gun and Meghan grabbed a
jar of pickles from a shelf. Her arm flexed and the jar sailed across the room.
It turned end over end and then it hit Gerry with a solid and far from hollow
boom in the area right above the spot where his eyebrows met. His eyes rolled
upwards and a look of almost comical surprise crossed his face before he crumpled
to the ground.
    Danny, his hands up in preparation for
another shot at Tom saw Gerry go down. He heard the crash of the jar as it hit
the hard floor. The vinegary reek of the pickles filled the room and Meghan
sneezed before slumping to the floor, the long delayed reaction to the whole
surreal situation finally settling in. Tremors wracked her body and tears flew
down her ashen cheeks. Danny punched Tom again, savagely, knocking him to the
ground where he curled up in a fetal position.
    Meghan fought his hands when he tried to
comfort her but he persisted, wrapping around her and stroking her hair.
    “It’s okay,” he murmured, “we are getting
out of here and you never have to come back ever again. These people are not
your family, I am. We can start all over.”
    “She was never my family,” Tom wheezed
and Danny saw the baleful look in the older man’s eyes. “That damn brother of
mine got some whore pregnant and if he had lived she,” he nodded at Meghan,”
would never have even been thought about. Someone would have paid her mother
off and she would have fucking vanished and the inheritance would never have
gone to her. But he died and my mother turned him into a fucking saint. We had
no choice but to take that little bastard in and raise her, if we didn’t she
would have cut me off totally.”
    It all clicked together. Meghan
remembered her grandmother’s stories of her uncle, the way she would hold her
on her lap and tell her of the man who had been so wonderful. She thought of
Danny saying he had met her uncle and that he had been a decent guy.
    Sirens wailed from the distance and
running feet hit the stairs. Gregory appeared in the doorway, still wearing the
dark clothes he had worn when he had helped his father and Gerry kidnap Danny.
    “The cops!” Gregory yelled before his
brain had time to process the entire scene. “Dad? What is going on here?”
    The steel cuff on Meghan’s wrist felt as
heavy as her heart but she knew, without a doubt, that it was time to pick a
side. “You are all going to jail.”
    Gregory stared at her and then his face
crumpled. Never, in his entire privileged life, had he ever been beaten at
anything. He had believed that if they grabbed Sullivan they could make him
tell them where he had the information on them that could ruin them. It had
never occurred to him that they were committing a crime.
    He had come into the kitchen to find his
mother bloodied and moaning feebly as she tried to crawl across the floor. His
first thought had been that Sullivan had gotten free and shot her but she had
told him Gerry had shot her. Everything crashed in and he put his head down and
began to weep.
    “You fucking little coward!” Tom sneered
as he got to his feet, keeping one eye on Danny.
    “You’re the one down here on the floor!”
Gregory yelled back.
    When the cops came into the cellar the
scene they happened on was one that they would discuss for a long time. Gerry,
who had a goose egg the size of a fist on his