CHAPTER 25
Kennedy had never experienced a tornado, but she imagined it must be like this, only she was in the middle, sitting right in the eye of the storm while the chaos swarmed and spiraled around her. One of the policeman led Gino outside in his cuffs while his partner knelt down by Carl and radioed the ambulance. Kennedy didn’t want to look at Carl. Didn’t want to face him. The bullet had been meant for her. If something happened to him ...
Sandy put a hand on Kennedy’s shoulder. “You okay, hon? You didn’t get hurt, did you?”
Kennedy clinched her throat shut and shook her head. No, she hadn’t been hit. Only Carl.
Dear God, you can’t let him die.
It wasn’t fair. How could someone like Carl lie there bleeding on the floor while Gino just walked away in cuffs? Silent sobs shook her
