Ray pulled the trigger. The Browning’s action clicked and snapped—
And that was all.
Clearly waiting for the boom, Ray held his stance for a fraction of a second, then blinked and stared, stupidly, at the useless weapon.
“No.” He tossed away the Browning with a fast, quick flick as if the metal had suddenly flared red-hot. Gulping, he stumbled back a step, hands up, palms out. “N-no, no!”
Leopard moved. His right hand flashed, and then the Glock’s muzzle, wicked and black, dug into the nude space just above Ray’s nose.
“Don’t!” Alex and Daniel cried at the same moment.
“Stop!” Daniel shouted. “Don’t do this!”
“Rubeee?” Ray’s eyes, wild with terror, rolled in their sockets, trying to find his wife, but she had fainted in a bright, blood-red lake. “Ru—”
There was a sudden tongue of muzzle flash, and the Glock bucked.