CHAPTER TWENTY SIX: CHAPEL
The hours following the shooting were a blur. The events that transpired and the actions that Sam took felt disconnected, like ships passing through fog. She had called for homicide and for an ambulance; at the hospital she had spoken briefly to Detective Gorsky, who had been on duty instead of Barnes. Her mind kept returning to the fact that Elias was dead. Dead and gone; forever. All because of Kronin. Kronin who was supposed to be dead himself. It was as if a massive hole had been carved out of her core. You felt his last heartbeat. She had barely registered the doctor's words while he communicated hopefulness that the bullet missed her tendons and that Sam might retain full use of her hand. Going in for surgery she was an empty shell. When the mask was placed over her face t
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