Jack could tell right away the guy in the limo wasn’t Tavares’ manager. The way the back window slid down was a dead giveaway, as was the black-gloved hand that appeared in the opening … as was the gun the black-gloved hand held pointed at the back of Uhura’s head.
There was no time to tell her she’d been right all along, no time to apologize for doubting her, no time to protect her, to fling open the Studio 74 door and shove her through it. This was the real deal, not some scene out of Foxy Brown. And there was no time to do a thing about it.
Foxy BrownNobody stepped out of the limo, but when Uhura turned to see what was going on, she took three bullets right in the chest. Boom, boom, boom. No silencer, but you could hardly hear the shots over the throbbing beat from the club.
It just
