The person outside had a gun!
"Retreat!" Suzy hissed under her breath.
The lock had already been blown apart, and Liam's front door wouldn't hold for much longer. The intruder was armed and clearly hostile; they needed to find cover immediately.
Moving in perfect synchronization, the two backed away and scrambled behind whatever cover they could find.
Before they could even draw their own weapons, Liam's front door was violently kicked open the very next second.
The deafening CRASH sent a shiver through their chests.
Standing in the doorway was a woman in her early thirties, holding a handgun and alertly scanning the apartment. It was the exact same woman who had been sitting beside Ray that day—Ray's fifth wife, Janine.
Janine wore a black mink coat, her makeup was meticulously done with stark red lips, and her grip on the pistol was rock-solid. Her sharp eyes swept the room, and a flicker of surprise crossed her face when she spotted Aaron.
