obviously having snuck in from the kitchen. He had Nick’s
gun in his hand, but he wasn’t pointing it anywhere. Yet.
“JD,” Nick said in warning.
“Hunt!” Alex called.
Kelly hummed under his breath, and the sound vibrated
through Nick’s entire body. They pressed closer together, their 215
first instinct when they were hemmed in. “There are way too
many people here.”
“Everyone stay calm,” Nick said in a loud, clear voice. “We
can all leave here with what we want. No one has to get hurt.”
“He keeps that gun pointed at my husband, and someone
will indeed be hurt,” Julian snarled.
“Tell him to put his gun down,” Southie shouted, nodding
his head at Nick. “Or I blow his head off!”
Nick felt Julian move, and Kelly tensed beside him but
couldn’t take his attention off Alex and her gun. Nick glanced
back in time to see Julian with the barrel of his gun aimed at
Kelly.
He sounded apologetic, but deadly serious. “Drop your
gun, O’Flaherty.”
The man on the floor groaned again and raised his head,
shaking off the stupor. He rolled to his stomach and began to
crawl toward his compatriot. His hand went to his belt, where
a backup weapon was likely hidden. Nick transferred his aim
to the man. “Stop!”
In rapid succession, Southie turned his gun from
Cameron’s head to Nick, and JD raised his gun and put it to
the back of Southie’s head.
“Don’t!” JD ordered.
No one moved.