“But—”
“No. There’s no but here. And I’m not going to waste time arguing. I need to get to her before…” I swallowed hard. “Before he does any more damage than he already has.” I spun on my heels, sprinting toward my garage.
“Pohili, wait!”
“I told you,” I shouted over my shoulder. “I—”
“If you insist on doing this…” He jogged toward me, pulling his gun from his belt and handing it to me. “Take this.”
A chill rushed through me, my mouth growing dry at the memory of the last time I tried to save the life of someone I cared about.
But things were different this time.
I didn’t have a concussion.
My knee wasn’t injured.
I was thinking clearly.
And right now, the only thought in my mind was putting an end to Domenic Jaskulski.
Once and for all.