CHAPTER 79 Victory

  Flynn's smile widened as the helicopter's rotor stopped deafeningly spinning. It seemed the helicopter had failed to take off. The sirens of police cars followed shortly after as Flynn and Hazel managed to reach the first floor after languishing miserably in the basement.

  "Police?" Hazel whispered, still supporting Flynn's body, which struggled to stand. One of his legs was limp, though the bleeding had been bandaged with a torn piece of his own jacket. Flynn could still walk slowly, and this was the moment he had been waiting for.

  Flynn had to see it with his own eyes.

  "They're here."

  "How did you manage to call the police, Flynn?" Hazel asked in disbelief. Flynn just smiled and leaned his face closer. He wanted to kiss Hazel, but this wasn't the right time. They had to hurry so they wouldn't miss the show.

  "Jules did it."

  "Jules? Gillian's fiancé?"