At the end of the hallway, Totti makes a hard left, dragging me with him into a room with three computers.
I freeze when I see Peyton there. And I almost start vomiting again when I realize that he’s bleeding from a hole in the back of his head, body twisted on the floor.
To be honest, it’s a little anticlimactic. All the twists and turns and deceptions and betrayals, just for him to end like this—slumped over like a raw side of beef. I can’t say he didn’t deserve it, but still… I never knew the human body had so much blood.
“Get over there,” Totti prods.
To get to the computer, I’ll have to step over Peyton’s corpse. I shake my head like there’s an award for the speed with which I can say no. “No. Nope. I can’t.”
He huffs out a frustrated sigh and lines up the muzzle of the gun with
