Quinn cleared her throat. “He went after the General.” Hannah whipped toward her. “What?” Louder, she repeated it. “He’s going to kill the General.” “No,” Hannah said, stricken. “No, no, no.” Bishop looked sick. “Don’t tell me he left by himself.” Quinn gave a tight nod. “I came out for a drink of water while he was getting ready. I couldn’t stop him. He said he didn’t want anyone else to die.”
