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Maybe, hell, maybe they'd found his angel, too.
Vaughn hurried to the closet where he'd put her. He just stared for a moment. At the open closet door. The open window.
He yelled. His pain was real. She was gone.
His angel was gone.
Vaughn took the back stairs. The east side of the manor house was burning now. The best way out would be the west. Near the ten-bay garage.
His precious angel was around here, somewhere.
He just had to find her.
Vaughn headed for the garage—that asshole Ross showed up at the end of the hall and followed him—right there from the kitchen, after stepping over the nanny’s damned body. She’d burn soon enough. Flames were already starting in the stupidly big living room behind it.
There was a small breezeway off the kitchen.
It led straight into that damned garage. “We need to get out of here.”
Ross had an excited look on his face. Guy was warped, no denying that. “I’m grabbing what I can pawn—I have a new baby coming. I need more cash, man. Then I am out of here.”
Vaughn didn’t care about any damned money. He just wanted her.
If his angel had been found, they would be trying to get outside. He would find her outside. He'd take his van.
And they'd just get out of there forever.
Vaughn started down the six steps first, Ross on his heels.
And came face-to-face with that damned asshole sheriff he had seen before.
Vaughn raised his gun and fired.
Just as that bastard fired in return.
The sheriff hit his knees. They both kept firing.
Vaughn’s shoulder caught fire.
Ross fell to the ground at the foot of the stairs. Vaughn slipped. In blood. Other stuff.
Hell, Ross’s brains had splattered on the wall there. Just like Ted’s had the sidewalk at FCU.
Ross wouldn’t be pawning anything ever again.
And that kid of his on the way—Ross would never get to see him take a breath.
Shit.
The blond guy shot again. Vaughn cursed. He jerked to the left at the last minute.
And tripped. In Ross’s damned blood.
And went straight down. To the concrete floor of the breezeway where Gregory stored Denita’s precious memories from the manor house or something.
Vaughn's head hit the steps, and the darkness swallowed him fast.
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