“If that’s how it has to be, then I get it. But let Sylvie walk away. That’s all I ask.”
“You know, I’m really tired of hearing you say that. I’m tired of all of you. So the answer is no. You like her so much, then you can die together.” He extended the arm holding the machine gun.
Dominic stepped in front of Sylvie.
She grabbed the gun from his waistband, raised it past his shoulder, and fired. Sound exploded in Dominic’s ear. The shot hit Sandford in the upper chest. His finger pressed the trigger on the machine gun, and bullets strafed the house. Raymond, Sylvie, and Dominic dove to the grass, but the bullets hadn’t come anywhere near them.
The lawyer slumped onto the ground.
Minutes later, the place was swarming with FBI agents and police. But Dominic could barely hear, much less respond to their questions. He could only look at Raymond and Sylvie, his ear ringing, and think of how close he’d come to losing them.
But this wasn’t over. He could still lose them yet.