“I’m sick of your lies!” shouted Jessica, as she produced a snub revolver from a garter on her thigh. She charged at Mess and fired, the bullet ripping through his body. Instinctively, my finger squeezed on my trigger, sending Jessica reeling while Mess hit the floor.

“You bitch!” Mess choked, then spat blood. Jessica didn’t hear him. She was already dead. The two guards fled, not wanting to get involved any more than they already were.

“NO!” Marli screamed, then glared at me with a rage I’d never seen before. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I dropped the gun, backed away, shock and adrenaline preventing any kind of logical thought. Marli dove forward, grabbing the gun. “You killed my lover! You killed my sister! You were supposed to take the fall, not kill everyone! You fucking idiot!” She leveled the gun at me.

“What are you talking about?” I managed to speak.

“This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen!” She started to cry. Angry, hateful tears poured down her beet-red face.