CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Officer Pettit gasped as she fell flat on her back. Sara shrieked.
“Pettit?!” called another voice. The male officer, Reynolds. “Pettit, what’s going—”
Hargreaves raised the gun again, this time aiming down the corridor at an angle that neither girl could see. Not that they wanted to. He fired twice more. Reynolds grunted, and there was another dull thud of a body hitting the floor.
Tears were already streaming down Sara’s cheeks as the agent turned to them, the barrel of his pistol slightly smoking. “Shame,” he said quietly. He knelt beside Pettit and yanked a ring of keys from her belt.
Maya stepped in front of Sara, pushing her younger sister behind her as Hargreaves tried one key in the lock, and then another. He cursed each time he got the wrong key.
“Listen
