The chaos was deafening with the FBI agents swarming the building and paramedics rushing toward the 12th-floor apartment where we've been secured. Body bags were being carried down from the 40th floor, where everything went to hell.
I'm wrapped in a shock blanket that did nothing to stop the trembling. I can't stop shaking, still can't process what just happened.
Richard Blackwood had escaped - my former boss, Ricardo Ramírez. The ghost orchestrating everything from the beginning.
Thomas was shot, having multiple wounds, and is still in critical condition.
And Tony-
I push past the FBI agent trying to keep me seated. "I need to see him. I need to see Tony."
"Ma'am, the paramedics are-"
"Now!" My voice breaks. "Please. I need to see him."
The agent's face softens, and he nods toward the hallway where more paramedics are working.
I run, but the scene stops me cold.
There were three gurneys in the hallway, and there were three bodies receiving emergency care.
