Chapter 30

He pulled from Jack’s grasp, stumbled to his knees in the grass, and was violently ill. Jack crouched beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. Everything is okay,” he said.

It was okay, but it also wasn’t. They were safe now. Simon wouldn’t have a chance to assault Noah or shoot Jack ever again. Yet Noah had just killed somebody. Gabe had made the final stroke, but it wouldn’t have happened if Noah hadn’t pulled the trigger first. He shuddered and vomited again, though nothing but thin bile came up this time. Jack kept patting him gently.

“God,” said Noah, finally staggering to his feet. He couldn’t resist the terrible urge to glance over at Simon’s body again, but there was almost nothing there now, just his clothing as a pile of crumbling dust. He shuddered again. It wasn’t as viscerally horrifying, but it was still the remnants of somebody he’d just killed.

“Come on, I’ll get you out of here. Gabe can tidy up, right?”