He watched as the killer was put into a car. He watched as they drove away.
Gradually, the protesters faded away, leaving Jesse and Kate standing there, still looking at each other. He towered over the woman, yet she showed no sign of backing down.
“Okay, he’s gone. Are you happy?” he growled. He turned and walked away from her. Jesse heard quick footsteps behind him, almost running to keep up with his large strides. He wanted to be alone—but Kate didn’t seem to think that was a good idea. “I’m not going to do anything!”
“I know,” she said.
“Then what do you want?” he asked. His voice was low and sharp. She didn’t answer, so they just kept walking.
“Give me the gun, Jesse,” she finally said as they made their way down the sidewalk. He handed it over without a second thought.
