Chapter 35 The Man With The Gun
- Kelly didn’t move an inch between the both of them, she just stood there, thinking of the next step to take.
- The room seemed to shrink as Vincent’s footsteps echoed against the concrete walls. The gun in his hand wasn’t trembling. His stance was practiced, deadly calm.
- Rowel, by contrast, stood tall and unfazed, though Kelly noticed the tight clench of his jaw.