Part 251 (1/2)

screamed through her ribs until her vision wavered.

She heard someone calling for her, shouting her name. Splintering wood.

Was that the sound of splintering wood or was her body just breaking in

two? The first slash of the belt across her back had her arm flinging

out. Her fingers brushed metal. Blindly, she closed her hand around

the gun. Choking on sobs, she pushed herself over. She saw his face as

he raised the belt again.

She felt the gun jerk up in her hand.

Michael broke in the door in time to see Drew stagger back, a look of

puzzlement on his face. Weaving, he lifted the belt again. Michael's

weapon was drawn, but before he could use it, Emma fired again, and

again. She continued to press the trigger long after it clicked

uselessly,

long after he was sprawled at her feet. She held the trigger down,

aiming at empty air.

”Good Jesus,” McCarthy said.

”Keep those people out.” Michael moved toward her. Peeling off his

jacket, he wrapped it around her. Her clothes were torn to bits and

soaked with blood. She didn't move, only continued to fire the empty

gun. When he tried to take it, he found her hand convulsed on it.

”Emma. Baby. It's all right now. It's over now.” Gently he brushed at

her hair. He had to fight to keep his rage buried. Her face was a ma.s.s

of blood. One eye was already swollen shut. The other was gla.s.sy with

shock. ”Give me the gun now, baby. You don't need it anymore. You're

okay.” He s.h.i.+fted so that she could see his face. Taking a sc.r.a.p of

what had been her blouse, he dabbed at the blood. ”It's Michael. Can