Alex is dead. Rebecca drew the gun on me with a movement I barely noticed, removing the safety as if it were nothing, killing him as if it were just another day at work.
What the hell just went down here?
Rebecca's eyes turned to me, her expression was unmoved, as if what she just did was nothing more than a necessary act.
"Who the hell are you, Rebecca?" I looked at her up and down, still with the surprise inside me.
She still has the gun in her hand, she slides her eyes to it and, with an agility that leaves me speechless, Rebecca unloads it, letting each bullet fall to the floor. The sound each one makes as it hits the wooden floor echoes in my stunned head, which still can't process it.
She extends her arm, offering me the gun without bullets. A few seconds pass before I take it a
