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- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
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- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
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- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
- SEVENTY-FIVE
- SEVENTY-SIX
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The shot hit Soh in the shoulder, and knocked him back. The knife went skittering along the street. Rage flashed in his eyes, and for a moment Buddy thought he was going to retrieve the knife and come back to finish him off. In a flash, though, the rage seemed to ebb. He looked around and seemed to realize where he was. He put his hand up to his shoulder and felt the blood. Then he turned and ran toward Northern Avenue. Buddy watched as he disappeared into the crowd fleeing the chaos.
“Buddy!” Diamond was at his side now. “Let me see, roll over!” He did as he was told. “It’s bleeding, but it doesn’t look too deep,” she said. “We need to get you to a hospital.”
He was looking around, still shocked by the madness. “I’m not the only one,” he said.
“What happened?” She was looking around too, now, taking in the carnage.
“I don’t know,” Buddy replied. “Your father said it was an escape attempt, but I wasn’t expecting anything like this. Looks like no one was. Jesus Christ.”
“Can you walk?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I can walk. Are you OK? Did he hurt you? Did he hurt the baby?”
She put a hand to her abdomen. She had no way to know for sure, but everything felt OK. She shook her head. “I think we’re both fine.”
SEVENTY-THREE
Kit knew she was going to die. That didn’t concern her. The only thing she could focus on was Vincente Carpio’s words.
You will not be the last.
She’d failed. She’d spent years fighting to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. She’d devoted herself to keeping predators like Vincente Carpio off the street, but it was pointless. She’d caught the man who’d killed Ollie and now he was going to escape. She looked down at the blood pouring out of her and felt more lost than ever before. There would always be evil in the world, and there was nothing she had been able to do about it.
She couldn’t accept that. She wouldn’t accept that. She fought back against the agony ripping through her body and forced air into her lungs. As Vincente Carpio turned to leap onto the other boat, she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him and burning through the last of her life’s energy as she pushed her legs forward and the two of them toppled into the harbor.