"Did you hear that?"
Christopher faltered on the stairs.
A scream had echoed from somewhere above them.
He turned, looking back up the stairwell.
"Rachel's there," Lucy said. "She can handle it."
She kept moving, though her grip tightened around her gun.
Lucy had seen what Rachel could do with her barriers. If something had reached the upper floors, Rachel could protect the others until they understood what was happening.
Christopher followed, but unease settled deeper in his stomach.
"What the hell is going on? Are Callighan's people attacking us?"
It did not make sense.
Callighan's target had always been Marlon and the Boardwalk. Why attack their hotel now? Why open another fight when the people here were already preparing to stand against him?
Unless something had changed.
They reached the lobby.
More gunshots cracked outside.
Christopher stopped questioning whether he had imagined the first ones.
Someone was fighting out there.
