“You slut,” she hissed, “you dirty slut.” She put the barrel of gun against Eliza’s forehead. “I’m going to destroy your pretty face.”
“Hey, bitch!” said a familiar, unexpected voice. “I’ve had enough of you.”
Eliza tilted her head backward, shocked. She hadn’t believed her ears, but she hadto believe her eyes.
Paul’s left arm hung uselessly at his side, but his right arm was just fine. Elsie lifted her gun in defense. Paul fired as soon as she moved, hitting her in the heart. The old woman fell backward, taking two final, shallow breaths before hitting the ground. Eliza pushed herself to her feet, hurrying to Paul, moved by the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes.
“I didn’t want to shoot her,” he said as Eliza wrapped her arms around him. “I didn’t want to shoot her, but she was going to kill you and I couldn’t…I couldn’t…”
“Elsie,” Reid howled for the platform.