Kane stood beside the bar, his hand instinctively settling on the holster at his waist.
"Should we open fire, Boss?" the head bodyguard asked through the radio outside.
Kane closed his hand around the grip of his gun, then turned to look at me. I didn't look back. My gaze went past him, through the glass walls, and settled on Elias outside.
Kane's fingers slowly loosened around the grip.
"Lower your weapons," he ordered over the radio. Yet he didn't approach the control panel or unlock the door. He was still clinging to the last shred of control he had.
I didn't walk toward the door.
Instead, I turned and crossed the living room to the display shelf. I gripped the solid brass figurine by its base and lifted it.
Then I walked toward the eastern glass wall, which faced the full force
