"He's dead. I shot a fucking hole in him..." her voice is strained. Gravelly isn't even a good word for it. It's tight, because the sound is being forced through her swollen battered neck.
Any attempt Teagan has made to get up in a hurry has been dashed. She's exhausted and dizzy and as much as it's a hit to her pride she's more sensible now that she's pregnant. She sucks in a breath and lays there, eyes open, watching Addie and Sarge through a mask of purple bruising. It's surreal. It all seems like a dream. Being here in Rodeo's place. Being back.
She expects to see Rodeo and Bishop as she looks over the rest of the trailer but it's just the six of them. Three adults, a baby and two unborn nuggets growing inside of her.
But then panic does set in and she feels for the bag with the evidence. It's still strapped to her back in the bag she'd had the wherewithal to stuff and bring with her. Inside are notes from Virgil, photographs that Sol had printed off from video of Sonny with Olinger and his other Goons. It's all there. All of it. Everything that proves that Sonny is the Rat. Teagan is fighting to get it off of her and when she does she tosses it on the floor between her and the other two. It lands with a thump. "He came down to the tunnels to make sure I didn't get that to you. He failed."