Sour acid burned the back of Quinn’s throat. Nausea swirled in her gut as dismay filled her. She knew what happened next. She’d seen it before. She barely had time to seize Milo by the back of his coat, spin him around, and shove his face against her stomach. So he couldn’t see. So he wouldn’t have to watch. Desoto squeezed the trigger. He fired a double tap into the man’s chest. The gunshots shattered the air. The sound exploded against Quinn’s eardrums. Milo clapped his hands over his ears. A flock of birds resting on a telephone wire took to the sky in a startled flurry of wings and frantic
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