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But the waiter was moving fast, too fast, and Trev stared him down. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, his blood iced over, and he forgot to breathe.

The waiter was holding a tray out like a shield, but why?

No.

No, no, no.

Jules turned to intercept the waiter, but he was too slow.

The waiter dropped the tray, revealing the gun in his hand.

“No!” Trev lurched forward with the knife.

A gunshot rang out.

Cold’s face exploded in a splash of blood.

He fell over.

Someone screamed.

Cold was slumped over the table.

Dead.

Chapter

Twenty-One

Cold was dead.

Someone is still going to die though.

No.

No, that couldn’t be right.

“Keep your ass right there!” Jules barked as he drew a gun from his jacket.

“What?” Trev’s ears were still ringing from the gunshot, and he stared stupidly as Jules ran toward the front door.

The waiter.

The fucking waiter was right here, still armed?—

Pfffsh.

Glass shattered as a bullet pierced one of the front windows and the waiter collapsed to the floor in a heap.

Dead.

Great.

He was dead too.

Fucking wonderful.

Lawrence screamed as he dragged Edgar to the back of the restaurant, and the security detail swarmed around them both.

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