Had he done that? He really couldn't tell right now. Not with everything happening so so fast, but he liked to think that was him. If they made it out of this, maybe he'd celebrate. But until then he kept tight hold of the gun, not so thrilled with the plan, but a plan was a plan, and it was better than anything he had.
He came to a skidding halt behind Morse, blinking in surprise. She was going to have to pry that gun from his cold dead fingers.