Daley gave me a pained look, and then I watched his body slowly kneel before me as his gun fell to the ground. He let out a groan of pain in the darkness.
“God, what happened to you?” I held his body to prevent him from collapsing on the ground, a faint smell of blood from his chest. I saw his grey shirt under his suit turn dull red.
“You're hurt,” I almost screamed. “Why didn't you say it earlier?”
He hung his head in silence as two cars surrounded us. Frade jumped out of the car. He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Daley.
“You b.astard!” Frade pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Daley's head. “I'm going to kill you.”
“No. Frade.” I stopped him. “Daley's hurt.”
“Just let me put you out of your misery,” Frade said. “Mark, take Eva back to the car.”
Mark came over and tried to pull me away, and I shook his hand off. Just as Frade was about to shoot, I called out to him, “Please don't kill him.”
