The bullet struck the wall and Blake fired back as Victor stumbled.
His weapon fell from his hand and he grabbed his side as blood spread across his jacket. He looked down in disbelief.
“You shot me.” Victor said as I kept my weapon trained on him.
“You fired first.” I said as Victor staggered backward and his hand pressed against the wound.
“You can’t do this.” Victor said.
“You did this to yourself.” I said.
He dropped against the wall and for a moment, he looked almost confused.
Then the sound of sirens echoed through the quarry and Victor looked toward the entrance.
“No.” Victor said as Derek lowered his weapon slightly.
“Police are here.” Derek said as Victor shook his head.
“They can’t take me.” Victor said.
“They can.” Derek said.
“They can’t.” Victor said as he tried to
