TEST CHARGED TOWARD the two figures grappling in the snowy lot, drew her weapon and shouted: “Stop!”
The smaller of the two men was on top of Merryfield, slapping at him and screaming, crying. “You did this! You did this! You killed her! You killed me!”
Test grabbed the man by his hair and hauled him off of Jon. She trained her gun at him.
The man stared up at the muzzle of the gun.
“Do it,” he moaned. “Do it. Please. Please. Just end it.” He broke down, curling in a ball on his side and sobbing wretchedly.
Jon was getting up, trying to hide something in his jacket pocket. Test brought her weapon around on him. “Drop it,” she said.
Jon dropped it.
A black rectangular metallic box.
She kept the gun on Jon as she cuffed the man crying on the ground.
“Hold still,” she said to Jon and went to the box. She opened it, unsure what to think. Unsure what was going on here, but knowing it was much more than she’d ever imagined.