district of New York City.
That was certainly puzzling.
“We’re here,” Liam said to me in a low aside as the car slowly pulled up to a busy sidewalk.
“We’re here,” the driver said a half second later, slightly turning his head back towards us. “Miss?”
“Thank you,” I said. Was there any kind of preparation one could do when meeting your murderer?
Liam stepped out and then turned around, reaching for me. Reminding myself to breathe, I took his hand and stepped out of the car.
As soon as I stepped out onto the sidewalk, I felt the buzz of New York under my feet. The city was so alive and vibrant. Liam gave instructions to the driver on where he should wait for them before shutting the door.
As the car drove off, Liam put his hand against the small of my back, ready to lead me towards Lawson’s office. Once again, I felt grateful I was not on this dark road alone.
We only got a few steps before I felt Liam’s arm tighten around my shoulders, holding me close while slowing me down as well. “What is it?” I asked looking up at him.
But his eyes were narrowed ahead.
I followed his gaze and saw a man in a tailored black suit walking quickly up the sidewalk, straight towards us. Most New Yorkers walked fast but this man was walking without breaking eye contact with us, at a noticeable speed.
As he got into hearing range, he asked clearly, “Are you Sophia Madewell?”
But before I could answer, two things happened simultaneously.
I felt Liam throw me behind him as the man reached into his suit jacket, pulling out a huge silver colt .45.
Just as I was thrown behind Liam, I heard a shot fire. People in the immediate vicinity began screaming and running in panic. Liam turned around and put his arm around me, pushing me behind a parked car. I quickly looked him over. He was whole. No blood. The shot had missed.
“Who is that?” I whispered, my pulse racing. My adrenaline was so high, I felt detached from my body.
Liam was hunched beside me, covering me slightly, as he looked around the side of the car. People were still in hysterics and the crowd was inadvertently helping us in providing cover.
“I don’t know,” Liam said, his eyes out on the sidewalk. “I don’t think—”
Another shot was fired.
But our heads snapped to our right. This shot was from a different side. I looked at Liam. There was more than one gunman.
“Stay down,” Liam said putting an arm over my back, forcing me into a low, hunched position. “We’re going to move down towards the bridge.”
Trying use the screaming crowds to our advantage, Liam moved me along, never stepping for a moment without his body pressed against mine, shielding me as much as he could.
But the crowds got thicker as panic truly set in. Another shot was fired off. This time, I was sure it was from behind us. How many men were there?
A woman to my right screamed, “Terrorist! Terrorist attack! Lord, it’s a terrorist attack!”
I was quite sure terrorists did not wear fitted black suits before they killed but before I could think any further on that the woman screamed again and then bumped straight into me.
“Sophia!” I heard Liam call out, his voice strong like a
That was certainly puzzling.
“We’re here,” Liam said to me in a low aside as the car slowly pulled up to a busy sidewalk.
“We’re here,” the driver said a half second later, slightly turning his head back towards us. “Miss?”
“Thank you,” I said. Was there any kind of preparation one could do when meeting your murderer?
Liam stepped out and then turned around, reaching for me. Reminding myself to breathe, I took his hand and stepped out of the car.
As soon as I stepped out onto the sidewalk, I felt the buzz of New York under my feet. The city was so alive and vibrant. Liam gave instructions to the driver on where he should wait for them before shutting the door.
As the car drove off, Liam put his hand against the small of my back, ready to lead me towards Lawson’s office. Once again, I felt grateful I was not on this dark road alone.
We only got a few steps before I felt Liam’s arm tighten around my shoulders, holding me close while slowing me down as well. “What is it?” I asked looking up at him.
But his eyes were narrowed ahead.
I followed his gaze and saw a man in a tailored black suit walking quickly up the sidewalk, straight towards us. Most New Yorkers walked fast but this man was walking without breaking eye contact with us, at a noticeable speed.
As he got into hearing range, he asked clearly, “Are you Sophia Madewell?”
But before I could answer, two things happened simultaneously.
I felt Liam throw me behind him as the man reached into his suit jacket, pulling out a huge silver colt .45.
Just as I was thrown behind Liam, I heard a shot fire. People in the immediate vicinity began screaming and running in panic. Liam turned around and put his arm around me, pushing me behind a parked car. I quickly looked him over. He was whole. No blood. The shot had missed.
“Who is that?” I whispered, my pulse racing. My adrenaline was so high, I felt detached from my body.
Liam was hunched beside me, covering me slightly, as he looked around the side of the car. People were still in hysterics and the crowd was inadvertently helping us in providing cover.
“I don’t know,” Liam said, his eyes out on the sidewalk. “I don’t think—”
Another shot was fired.
But our heads snapped to our right. This shot was from a different side. I looked at Liam. There was more than one gunman.
“Stay down,” Liam said putting an arm over my back, forcing me into a low, hunched position. “We’re going to move down towards the bridge.”
Trying use the screaming crowds to our advantage, Liam moved me along, never stepping for a moment without his body pressed against mine, shielding me as much as he could.
But the crowds got thicker as panic truly set in. Another shot was fired off. This time, I was sure it was from behind us. How many men were there?
A woman to my right screamed, “Terrorist! Terrorist attack! Lord, it’s a terrorist attack!”
I was quite sure terrorists did not wear fitted black suits before they killed but before I could think any further on that the woman screamed again and then bumped straight into me.
“Sophia!” I heard Liam call out, his voice strong like a
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