Covering her hand with his own, Matt tried to tell her, “It isn’t him.” But the sound of the gun was deafening, and even if she could hear him, he wasn’t sure she’d believe him anyway.
Then Matt heard something so startling, it shocked him into opening his eyes—the hollow click of an empty gun. Deep within him, Vic rumbled, ::Showtime.::
Matt’s lover barreled through the stockroom door, his bulk filling the frame before he stepped aside and a twin took his place. That got through to Roxie—she gasped, clawing at Matt. “Oh, s**t,” she whispered. “Matthew, what the f**k? How is he doing this?”
“You know how.” Matt wrested free from her grip as he watched the gunman reload. Which of those clones was the real Vic? How many shots would the gunman fire before he hit struck flesh and bone?
Mat
