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time.”
But before she could say anything more, Alex started to fight his way through the crush of people now coming his way. He still could see her. That dress belonged to no one else but her. His gun was concealed. He was just another person scrambling to get out.
Behind him there was another explosion, this one greater than the last, and it shook people to their knees while the smoke above them set off the sprinkler system. There was a series of pops as the sprinklers sprang into action and began to douse the room in ways that would make the floors so slick, escape would prove even more difficult.
“Alex!” Carmen shouted.
But he was gone.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
He shoved his way forward, never losing sight of the silver dress. She was at the base of the stairs trying with others to get to the blocked exit above. Men still were pounding against the exit door, but because they were so closely packed together, there was no room for momentum to truly give the doors the push they needed.
It was difficult to stand. The room was slick with water, which had smothered some of the smoke. People were calling for calm, but no one was listening. Jean-George Laurent had just been shot in the head. Tootie Staunton-Miller was still lying on top of him, her face squarely lodged into the hollow core of his meat face. Addison Miller was trying to lift her up. His face was grief-stricken, slick with water and shining because of it. There was a killer among them, people feared it and they wanted out.
“This doesn’t happen to people like us!” Lorvenia Billiups screamed. “Why is this happening!”
“It’s Leana Redman,” Frieda Zulrika Teeple said. “That bullet was meant for her. She’s always been trouble. She’s the one they’re after, just like last time. Keep away from her!”
“Somebody help me,” Count Luftwick hollered. “I can’t see. You fucking people know I’m blind. Where’s my wife? Where’s the countess? Why isn’t she helping me? She wants me to die, I know it!”
As ropes of insanity spun out to form nooses in the room, Alex inched closer to his mark, who now was washed clean thanks to the sprinklers. Her hair was falling down her back in thick wet curls. The man she was with earlier was assisting the others in putting all of his muscle behind the door, trying to force it open. Security was making an effort to gain some semblance of control, but they might as well have been talking into a vacuum.
Alex looked at Leana and reached for his gun. If he held it low and concealed it against his side, no one would know it was he who shot her. There was too much confusion. He looked behind him to see his way out. With all the scrambling, it would be difficult to get to Carmen and the corridor, but not impossible.
Leana Redman was thirty feet away from him. He removed his gun, held it low and was about to shoot when the room was plunged into darkness.
Alex whirled around and waited for the generators to kick in. They didn’t, at least not immediately. Instead, the security lights flickered and dimmed as if a child was playing with a switch.
Above the crowd, far to Alex’s right, a gunshot rang into the room, causing shrieks of fear as people either fell to the floor or tried to find a way out. It was Carmen. He knew it was her. She was calling to him. She was asking him to come with her.
His hand was in the same position it had been when he had the gun poised at Leana. Had she moved? He wasn’t sure, but he nevertheless fired four quick shots in similar directions. He heard the buckling of knees, the falling back of those who were either injured or dead, and hoped that one of them was her.
He turned around and took flight in the dark, shoving people out of his way as he neared the corridor and shouted out Carmen’s name.
Another gunshot cracked, this
But before she could say anything more, Alex started to fight his way through the crush of people now coming his way. He still could see her. That dress belonged to no one else but her. His gun was concealed. He was just another person scrambling to get out.
Behind him there was another explosion, this one greater than the last, and it shook people to their knees while the smoke above them set off the sprinkler system. There was a series of pops as the sprinklers sprang into action and began to douse the room in ways that would make the floors so slick, escape would prove even more difficult.
“Alex!” Carmen shouted.
But he was gone.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
He shoved his way forward, never losing sight of the silver dress. She was at the base of the stairs trying with others to get to the blocked exit above. Men still were pounding against the exit door, but because they were so closely packed together, there was no room for momentum to truly give the doors the push they needed.
It was difficult to stand. The room was slick with water, which had smothered some of the smoke. People were calling for calm, but no one was listening. Jean-George Laurent had just been shot in the head. Tootie Staunton-Miller was still lying on top of him, her face squarely lodged into the hollow core of his meat face. Addison Miller was trying to lift her up. His face was grief-stricken, slick with water and shining because of it. There was a killer among them, people feared it and they wanted out.
“This doesn’t happen to people like us!” Lorvenia Billiups screamed. “Why is this happening!”
“It’s Leana Redman,” Frieda Zulrika Teeple said. “That bullet was meant for her. She’s always been trouble. She’s the one they’re after, just like last time. Keep away from her!”
“Somebody help me,” Count Luftwick hollered. “I can’t see. You fucking people know I’m blind. Where’s my wife? Where’s the countess? Why isn’t she helping me? She wants me to die, I know it!”
As ropes of insanity spun out to form nooses in the room, Alex inched closer to his mark, who now was washed clean thanks to the sprinklers. Her hair was falling down her back in thick wet curls. The man she was with earlier was assisting the others in putting all of his muscle behind the door, trying to force it open. Security was making an effort to gain some semblance of control, but they might as well have been talking into a vacuum.
Alex looked at Leana and reached for his gun. If he held it low and concealed it against his side, no one would know it was he who shot her. There was too much confusion. He looked behind him to see his way out. With all the scrambling, it would be difficult to get to Carmen and the corridor, but not impossible.
Leana Redman was thirty feet away from him. He removed his gun, held it low and was about to shoot when the room was plunged into darkness.
Alex whirled around and waited for the generators to kick in. They didn’t, at least not immediately. Instead, the security lights flickered and dimmed as if a child was playing with a switch.
Above the crowd, far to Alex’s right, a gunshot rang into the room, causing shrieks of fear as people either fell to the floor or tried to find a way out. It was Carmen. He knew it was her. She was calling to him. She was asking him to come with her.
His hand was in the same position it had been when he had the gun poised at Leana. Had she moved? He wasn’t sure, but he nevertheless fired four quick shots in similar directions. He heard the buckling of knees, the falling back of those who were either injured or dead, and hoped that one of them was her.
He turned around and took flight in the dark, shoving people out of his way as he neared the corridor and shouted out Carmen’s name.
Another gunshot cracked, this
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