The FBI agent's command froze me in place. I considered surrender. It was all falling apart anyway; I could give in, let someone else deal with it.
But it felt all wrong. Call it instinct; his posture, the way he held the gun. He was no friend.
Shots ringing in my ears, I leaped for the hole in the fence and stumbled into the darkness beyond.
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Departure Manuscript: Nightingale Fires at Wake
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Rachel