The first guard to the left, who appeared to have burn scars on his face, ran up to the wall next to the door, pressing himself flat against it while holding his rifle at the ready. Both of them felt like they’d been held against a stove burner. I heard more gunshots go off behind me, but all I could do was hope that they were from the good guys and not the bad guys. She leaned against the back of the rear seat, gingerly pulling the collar of her shirt down her shoulder to examine her bullet wound, and I looked up at her. “She told me how good you’d been to her after she got back,” Erin continued, her voice low and soothing. “Is all that blood yours?” I asked. I don’t know how Chloe did it, but she and Jon managed to get into the crime scene.
