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Sophie tried to breath normally, to calm and assess. Dan was too far away for her to manage without dropping the knife. She had the detonator for the explosive, and the charge was large enough to take herself out with it. Maybe that was the way to go. Take them all out.

Blaze of glory, really? Stupid girl.

Rain started to fall. Hard. Cold. Running down her face, into her eyes. She didn’t know where to focus. Her gaze darted from the PI to the big guy, to the girl, and landed on Dan.

“What other choice do I have?” Her voice sounded weak in her head.

O inched closer. “You can let the girl go and give me that thing.”

She laughed. “Yeah. That would be smart.”

Just do it.

Numb fingers curled around the detonator as if they were part of someone else’s body. Under someone else’s control.