I no longer had any time to wait. They were coming for me next. I felt around Frankie's body and my hand twisted up in the material of his suit jacket, but I didn't receive any electric shocks. Frankie's eyes were closed as he lay on the floor in a crumbled mess.
I patted his sides, going up his shirt and trying to find where he hid a gun until I found a small handheld pistol in the pocket of his jacket perfectly concealed. I ripped the weapon out, tearing a piece of his fabric, and flinched.
The three men charged into the kitchen, not caring I had a gun. I shot once and the sound ricocheted over the metal and stone kitchen, but the bullet took a chunk of the door trim rather than a man's face. One man, someone I'd never seen before, lunged at me. They had to be the men from the destroy
