My head was ringing but my thoughts were clear. Not a concussion. I knew what those felt like and this wasn't it. Just pain and blood and the particular anger that came from letting someone get close enough to touch me.
I looked at the passenger on the ground.
He was face down with Roan's knee between his shoulder blades, not moving, not fighting, just breathing hard into the gravel.
Then I looked at the driver.
He met my eyes without looking away.
I reached into my jacket and pulled out my weapon. The suppressor was already fitted.
I shot the passenger first where he lay on the ground. The suppressor kept it quiet, barely carrying past the fence line. Then I looked at the driver.
He saw what was coming and closed his eyes.
I shot him once and it was done.
The yard stayed quiet ar
