Part Two

Gunman

Chapter 9

"Until when?" Annabelle asked. Cat saw her face. It looked pale.

"Until..." began Jack, suddenly looking past them across the room to the bar, "a few minutes ago."

Everyone turned to follow his gaze. Davette recognized the young man standing up from his stool at the corner of the bar, had noticed that old WWII leather flying jacket when they had come in.

But I never would have guessed just by looking at him.

And then she thought, still watching the man approach them; But now that I've been told...

Yes. Yes, it's him. He's the one who did that.

Felix stopped beside their booth and stared down at Jack Crow. His voice was a harsh bitter crackle.

"Come to bust me at last, Crow?"

Jack's smile was grim. "It's worse than that."

Felix barely nodded. "It would be."