“No one owns me.”
Vale’s smile widened.
“Your grandfather said the same thing.”
Then Margaret raised a gun and pointed it at us.
I stared at her in disbelief.
Wyatt whispered, “Mom?”
Her hand did not shake.
My own father smashed a brick into my face because my fiancé refused to leave me for my younger sister
“I’m sorry.”
Dr. Vale extended his hand.
“The girl, Margaret.”
She looked at me.
Tears filled her eyes.
Then she turned the gun—
and shot Dr. Vale in the chest.
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PART 7
THE BETRAYAL THAT SAVED US ALL
For one suspended second, no one moved.
Dr. Vale looked down at the blood spreading across his white shirt.
Then chaos erupted.
Margaret fired again, striking one of the armed men in the shoulder. Walter dragged Melanie behind a fuel truck. Wyatt pushed me toward the jet stairs.
“Go!”
Gunfire thundered through the hangar.
Federal vehicles crashed through the side gate.
Detective Beckett emerged from the lead SUV with armed agents behind him.
