“Are you the oldest?” he asked, his eyes still locked on the men in front of him. When she answered to the affirmative, he told her to make certain they were standing close together, holding each other’s hands. He heard movement from behind him and smiled tightly.
Suddenly he fired again, the bullet’s entry into one of the partner’s shoulders sending him stumbling against the wall.
“When I told you to search them,” Vance growled at Smith, “I did not mean you were to give them a weapon. Sit back down, now, or you’ll join the guards wherever they ended up. Probably in Hell if there’s any justice at all.”
During the brief flurry of activity, Carlyle had managed to separate himself from the others, trying to sidle unnoticed down the side wall, apparently intent on getting to the children.
Vance fired a bullet into the wall right beside the man. “Back where you were or the next one takes out a kneecap or elbow,” he spat out.
Carlyle glared at him but complied.