expression as Harley fell across the counter. His shotgun crashed to
the floor.
Cole hadn't killed Robertson. He was sprawled on the floor, his back
against the wall, whimpering in pain. Blood trickled down from the
wound in his chest.
Daniel squatted beside him. 'Tell me the name of the man in charge. '
He put the barrel of his gun to Robertson's temple. 'If you want to
die quick, give me the name. Otherwise you're going to die real
slow.
' He started counting.
Cole rushed across the room. 'Don't do it, Daniel. He isn't worth
it.
' Daniel didn't hear him. 'Give me the name.' Robertson started
crying. 'I'm hurt. I'm hurt bad, ' he sobbed. 'You've got to get the
doc to fix me up.' Cole ignored his whining. The hate in Daniel's
eyes scared the hell out of him, and he knew he had to figure out some
way to make him let go of his rage before it was too late.
'Put the gun away, ' Cole said softly. 'Jessica saw him. She can
point him out to us.' Daniel's eyes were glazed with anguish as he
glanced up at Cole. Then he shook his head and pressed the gun against
Robertson's temple.
'No, she only saw his eyes and heard his voice. Without a name . .
.
' Cole put his hand on Daniel's shoulder. 'We'll get him, ' he
promised.
'Don't do it this way. You have to keep him alive.'
'No.'
'Yes, ' Cole argued. 'Don't do it this way. I can't let you kill
him.
' 'Then walk away, ' Daniel demanded.
Cole reached down and pushed the gun away from Robertson. 'We're in
this together, ' he said. 'We will get him . . . We'll get all of
them.' Daniel suddenly came to his senses. With a shudder, he jerked
back and stood. 'Bring Jessica in here.' Cole shook his head. 'I
don't want her to see this mess. There's blood everywhere.'
