Without hesitating for a single instant, I ran at full speed back toward the corridor, dragging Andre with me even though the boy was shouting that we had to go back for his father.
We almost crashed into the emergency exit door when two gunshots were heard.
My heart stopped. It couldn’t be!
Andre began to whimper again and let go of my hand, but he didn’t run back; instead he stayed there, whimpering and trembling, running his hands over his head and ears, his muzzle, over his arms. He hopped in place and his tail was like a spike, bristled and rigid.
“Andre, Rex said we had to go to the roof!”
And I was an i***t—I should never have entered the workshop, I should have obeyed Rex from the start, I—
“They shot someone, Han! IT COULD BE MY DAD!”
“RUN!” I shouted in response, and I kne
