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“Billie!” Will shouts. “What the f**k!”
I turn from the dead man. The gunsmoke is clearing, but the residue is soaking into my fresh sweat. I had a shower not two hours ago and I’m already filthy. “What?”
“You just—” He tries to point at the gunman’s body with the tidy red pit of blood above and between his eyes, but only waggles his .38. “He—he was helpless!”
“He helped kill Father.” I lower my automatic and start back towards the hotel room.
“You can’t just—”
Deke cuts him off. “The police are on their way.” His eyes don’t leave Will. “Beaks, wheels. I’ll get our gear. And you?” His voice tightens. “That man was more afraid of Ayaka than of your sister holding a gun in his face. Ayaka is a monster. Getting her will be bloody and violent and awful. Want off this train? Wait here
