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But he is alive.

Patrick stands behind him with a gun pressed to his head.

Deputy Ramirez is beside Patrick.

Sheriff Cruz’s face appears on the small screen mounted to the dashboard.

She sees him too.

“Ramirez,” she whispers.

Patrick pulls Frank’s head back.

“Walk toward the building, Sage.”

Will looks at me.

“Kane?”

His voice sounds through the receiver in Will’s ear.

“Frank confirmed. Two men visible. Possible third shooter on the east roof.”

Holt answers.

“I have the roof.”

“Trent?”

“Vehicle located behind the north warehouse. Tires handled.”

“Arthur?”

“South entrance covered.”

“Sean?”

A pause.

Then my father’s voice.

“Bring my daughter home.”

Will opens his door.

He walks around the vehicle and opens mine.

I step onto the road.

“Stop there,” Patrick calls through the phone.

He can see us through a camera mounted above the loading door.

“Will stays behind.”

“No,” I say.

Patrick presses the gun harder against Frank’s head.