“Well, people like me, dear, we know how to take care of things,” he smiled with all the fury of a Mr. Bean on Uber-c***k, “You girls have no idea.”
The first shot hit Benway in the chest. He coughed and collapsed. Chartreuse pulled Clara and Setri to the ground. A second round whistled overhead. They were exposed on the brightly lit lawn. Chartreuse had seen the second muzzle flash coming from one of the manor’s balconies. They were sitting ducks.
“Now you’re fucked.” Ransom laughed, “Panthers, you don’t know the half of it. Sileo’s real enough, but it’s not what you think. It’s like an onion. Layers upon layers. And you’re crawling about on the outer skin, out of time. You’re dead. f*****g dead, like that f*****g giraffe and her f*****g baby that caused me so much headache. Car Crash a
