“I watched you die!”
She swallowed.
“No. You watched a woman with my name die.”
“What?”
Russell groaned on the floor.
Margaret rushed toward him.
Hayes aimed at her.
“Stop.”
She ignored him.
“Russell’s bleeding badly.”
Claire’s gun shifted toward Hayes.
“Lower it.”
Hayes laughed.
“Now you’re protecting her?”
“I’m protecting my father.”
Russell looked up at Claire.
For the first time that night, something tender entered his expression.
