Daryl reacted instinctively, grabbing Olivia and shielding her with his body. He braced himself, expecting the searing pain of a bullet tearing through him. His breath caught, his muscles tensed—
But nothing.
No impact. No pain.
A sharp gasp left Olivia as Daryl cracked one eye open, then the other. His gaze darted toward Daniel.
The man was on the ground.
Still. Motionless.
Behind him, a uniformed officer stood, gun still raised, smoke curling from the barrel.
Kyle exhaled sharply. “Damn.”
Daryl quickly checked Olivia. She was trembling but unharmed.
His grip on his gun remained tight as he cautiously approached Daniel. He nudged him with his foot, but there was no response. Blood pooled beneath him, dark and glistening under the dim warehouse lights.
“Clear?” Kyle asked.
Daryl
