“Molly?” I place a hand on her shoulder. “I’ve never killed anyone,” she says, her voice shaking like she’s just come out of a cold plunge. “Oh, I . . . uh . . .” I look to Tessa for support, but she shrugs, mouthing, I don’t know. “If we don’t kill these guys, they’ll kill Greg.” I stare at Molly, hoping that truth breaks through the shocked state she’s in. She lifts her head, her eyes burrowing a hole in the fabric of time and space. That was all she needed to hear. If the kill is for Greg, it’s fine, which kind of worries me a little, but we’ll deal with that later.
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