Re: quicklog: dylan & jack
[Max was armed, which was no surprise. Jeans, a t-shirt, a hoodie in harmless navy. She'd wasted just enough time to get the kids settled with the nanny (who was starting to cost an arm and a leg), in anticipation of Ella's arrival. Staying until her sister arrived was an option, but Corvus was the currently larger concern. Mayflowers was in the center of the village, in the middle of a block with near-constant foot traffic. Hipsters spent the day pouring in and out to buy ironic flowers for their girls and boys, and old couples relived their youth by tucking bouquets into walkers for their sweethearts.
She couldn't have Corvus opening fire there because of an hallucination. Waiting on Ella wasn't an option.
Up the stairs, and she heard the voices in her apartment, not Corvus' still-empty space. She didn't bother knocking; she just stepped in and surveyed the scene, hand at her back, where her Ruger was tucked away.
Her fingers slid along the safety, and she looked from one man to the other. Her brow quirked at McKendrick, but it was Corvus she motioned to.] You look like Hell. Go wash up. [A nod toward the bathroom, and she was actually fairly sure Helen was somewhere around.