“Turn him if there’s no hope.” Frank was pale, his hands shaking. “I just got him back, Harland. Turn him. We’ll blame me.”
Esme dropped to her knees next to him and held out her wrist. “I can give him some. I’ve been here the shortest apart from you. I have some to spare.”
Harland shook his head and bit into his wrist anew when the dripping stopped. “I’ve got it.”
“Incoming!” Carl’s shout sounded from outside the container.
“f**k!” Teddy leaned over him and grabbed the gun that had fallen off Albert’s lap and handed it to Esme. “I don’t know how many bullets you have but make them count.” He nodded toward the open door, indicating Esme should exit the container and help Carl, and hurried over to Roger, who still sat shackled to his chair.
Harland went back to feeding Jameson his bloo
