I exploded down the hall. Fuentes lagging behind me, our arms wound together as panic stole our words. We took the first left and I lurched forward leaving Fuentes to stumble along on his own, my hand connecting with the elevator call buttons. Up. Down.
Does it f*****g matter?
Pressing each button a dozen times, I peered over my shoulder waiting to see the damning muzzle of the Beretta. Cold sweat iced its way down my spine. I didn't waste words. "Who?" I barked at Fuentes, two fingers working overtime on the buttons.
Fuentes groaned, curling into himself as he dragged a limp leg behind him. The arm against the wall supporting him shook.
After a moment of silence, I sagged down and slipped my fingers into my hair. Who?
Kaleb.
The truth rang out through my bones. Boiled my blood. He'd
