By the time Logan arrived at the club, the shooting had already begun.
A small line of people streamed out of the doors, covering their heads as they ran for their lives. They crossed the street without looking, the echo of a gunshot following them. Logan couldn’t move. Terror reached down inside his throat and grasped his heart, leaving him weak and dizzy. Another gunshot rang from inside the club. Jenny was in there, and although sirens sang in the distance, he knew one thing right then and there.
He couldn’t wait.
Without wasting a second, Logan drew his gun and ran inside.