I would not let David die because of me.
The man ahead of me stopped at the door. He kept his gun on me, but his eyes on Morton, holding the door open with one hand. As I passed him, I took several slow steps down the empty hall.
I had an idea.
I slowly turned, laying David down by the wall with a sigh. Then I knelt on the floor beside David. The man gave me a glance but kept his gun towards the open door.
Morton came round the corner and into the hall, hands raised. The man at the door had his eyes fixed on Morton.
I pulled my gun.
Morton’s eyes widened and he dropped to the floor.
I shot the gun-man in the head. His gun fired as he slid down, gore streaking along his path. Blood spread from the dead man’s head towards the staircase.
The men downstairs were in an untenable positio
