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Daniel placed his hands on my shoulders and shook me lightly, trying to bring me back into the present moment. “Kerry, stay with me. We don’t have much time.”
I looked around, trying to absorb my surroundings and the shocking events that had transpired. The mob boss was slumped forward, lifeless against the far wall. Brinkman was flat on his back, losing profuse amounts of blood. Tiny, frightened Macy was sitting quietly beside Brinkman. Tears were streaming down her face, but she was obediently holding my blood-soaked jacket against his wound.
My eyes darted back to Brinkman. “We need to call for help. I can’t believe it’s not too late.”
“We were only gone for a moment. Time passes differently here than where we were,” he reminded me. I wanted to ask him where exactly we had been,
