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Savich shot hiainst the wall, sending a picture thudding to the floor beside him As he slid down the wall, he stared hard at Savich He looked ainst his shoulder, and his ht red between his fingers

Taht in Savich’s erous as she had been, and he knew he should kill him because he would never stop, never But he slowly lowered his SIG

Sherlock ran to Joanna, took the gun, stuck it in her belt, and shook her by the shoulders Autuht in her face, "Wake up, Joanna!"

Tears streamed down Autumn’s face as her fists flailed at her mother and she cried over and over, "Mama, come back, come back!"

Sherlock continued to shake her until Joanna blinked, her eyes finally focusing on Sherlock’s face She looked dazed, but she was herself again "What happened? Autumn? Where are you?"

Autumn clasped her mother around her waist, squeezed hard, and whispered, "Dillon shot Blessed It’s going to be all right now Sherlock, you’re sure Maed the two of theainst her She saw Dillon jerk the case off a pilloatched him drop to his haunches and apply pressure on the wound

Blessed was , and that was fine by Savich His eyes popped open, and he stared up at Savich

"How did you do that?"

"Sounds like a question for your guru, Blessed Press your palood the bleeding will slow Don’t press hard enough and you uest bedroom I doubt anyone would feel sorry about it"

Joanna walked to stand over him, but she didn’t look at his face She looked at the blood s his hand and kicked him hard in the side

He moaned, tried to spit at her but couldn’t "I styht away and--"

"When you stymiedto s I should have walked in here shooting I should have eain, in the ribs, and he gave a long, lovely cry of pain "You got anything else to say, you monster?"