“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
I looked over at Frank. Every breath he took sounded wet and wrong. And painful. Good. That bastard deserved every bit of agony.
“Hey.” She cupped my chin and turned my face back to hers. “You okay?”
“I’m fine, Fire.” I dragged in a long breath and felt the rage start to bleed off. “We should get the others.”
Sapphire tapped my leg. “Come help me.” She stood and crossed to the cave mouth. “Mitch! Cassidy! We’re clear.”
I pushed off the rock and ran toward Lyle.
Mitch and Cassidy stormed into the cave, both with weapons up until they saw us.
The four of us met next to Lyle.
“Jesus, Lyle. What the fuck were you thinking?” Mitch said.
Sapphire shot Mitch a look.
“Where’s Frank?” Cassidy asked.
“He’s past the drum. Bob shot him in the back,” I said.
“Fuck. Is he dead?” Cassidy gasped.
“Not yet,” I said.
“But Lyle’s worse,” Sapphire said. “He’s the priority.”
“Where’s Bob?” Mitch dropped his pack off his shoulder and pulled out the field kit.
“Got away,” Sapphire said. “Through a back exit. Don’t know where he is.”
“Fuck.” Mitch lowered to his knees beside Lyle.
Sapphire crouched on Lyle’s other side. “Lyle, listen to me. You’re going to be okay. We’ll get you to a hospital.” She placed her hand on his shoulder. “Who shot you?”
Lyle’s chin quivered. “Bob. Bob shot me.”
“Jesus, why’d he do that?” Cassidy squatted beside him.
“It’s Frank’s fault.” He sucked in a shaky breath.
Mitch cut Lyle’s shirt away from the wound. Blood oozed through Lyle’s bloody fingers, and a massive purple bruise stained his stomach.
Sapphire put her knee on the ground. “Tell me what happened.”
“Frank killed Bruce and Wayne.”
“Yes, we know,” Sapphire said.
“You do?” A tear spilled down his cheek.
Mitch packed the wound, and Lyle moaned at the pressure.
“We found Bruce and Wayne’s bodies. We’re so sorry, Lyle,” Sapphire said.