I blocked out the rest of it. A couple of popping sounds emerged from a door I discovered was secured. I threw myself against it, biting back a groan as I bruised my shoulder, but the damned door refused to yield. Almost wild with the need to get to my lover, I aimed my Llama Mini-Max at the keypad of the lock.
“Not necessary, M. Mann.”
I was about to snarl at Femme to get the f**k out of my way, when she punched in a series of numbers. The sound of the lock disengaging reminded me this was her workplace.
The door swung open, and the two of us slipped inside. A quick glance revealed the body of a young man who’d been shot between the eyes. From the way he’d fallen, I was fairly certain he hadn’t been shot by Mark. Beyond him, I could see another pair of legs behind the shattered remains
