A Final Video, A Trusted Secret, And A Life-Saving Warning

Drop the weapon!”

His face went sheet-white. He saw Victor bleeding, the officers, me sitting up in bed wearing a vest.

“You’re supposed to be in Seattle,” he breathed.

“Drop the gun, Dylan.”

“I heard shots. I came to—”

“To what?” I said, my voice steady in a way I barely recognized. “Shoot Victor after he killed me? Make yourself the hero? We have everything,continue reading …