Bobby cursed. “Fine. But I want your credit cards too. And I want enough of a head start, so you’re going to have to get tied up.”
“Yes,” she said. “Just don’t kill me.”
“I don’t want to kill you,” he said, and elbowed open the door that hadn’t closed all the way.
“Yeah?” the same woman said, but there was something different about her voice. She sounded scared.
“Help me,” Lucy said.
“Shut up. Let me in.”
The door unlocked, and Bobby shoved her inside. She tripped and fell flat.
“You!” Bobby said.
Lucy lifted her head and saw Evan in a shooter’s stance. “No,” she cried.
But he fired twice.
Bobby sank to his knees and collapsed next to her.
“No,” she sobbed.
Bobby turned to look at her. With a hoarse cough he said, “I told you so.”
He died before the paramedics got there.