when he'd pleaded with her to save his life, was gone again.
She tried to sit up, and everything went blurry again. When her head cleared, she saw two paramedics carefully moving Billy out of the store on a stretcher. The blonde woman's body was still lying by the counter, but someone had placed a blanket over her face. The policewoman was reading Miranda rights to the gunman, two other police officers holding the man by his handcuffed arms. The brown‑haired policeman was next to her, watching her intently. “Do you feel up to a trip to the station, kid?”
She nodded, not trusting her voice.
“Good.”