Chapter 57

• Jameson's POV
• The air in the warehouse was cold. The smell of dust and old metal was everywhere. I stood my ground. My boots were heavy on the concrete. I felt the weight of the gun in my hand. It was solid. It was real.
• Matt looked like a broken man. His silver gun was shaking. His eyes were wide and red. He looked at me. Then he looked at Bella. He could not believe I was standing there. He could not believe his ghost had come back to haunt him.