Daniel came through the window like a man possessed. He hit Victor hard, knocking the gun from his hand, and the two of them went down in a tangle of limbs. I heard the crack of bone, the grunt of pain, the sound of fists hitting flesh.
I scrambled for the gun. It had slid across the floor, under the desk. I grabbed it and stood up.
"Stop!" I shouted.
Daniel and Victor both froze. Daniel was on top, his fist raised, his face bloody. Victor was beneath him, his eyes wild, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Don't," I said. "Don't kill him."
Daniel looked at me. His eyes were wide, his chest heaving.
"He deserves it," he said.
"I know. But if you kill him, you'll be no better than he is."
He stared at me for a long moment. Then he let his fist fall.
Marsh and her team burst into the
