My stomach cramps at the sight of him, like my body has come to associate his face with pain. I look at Finn, but he’s still somewhere else. I hold his rigid hand in my own. Richter gets in his car when the valet brings it around, but he doesn’t drive away. He lets it idle, sending fogging plumes into the cold air. Each moment he lingers, my body grows tighter and tighter. “Leave,” I whisper. “Leave!” But he doesn’t. And a few minutes later, Marina and the younger Finn step out of the restaurant. Without James. Marina’s nose and ears are red; she’s been crying. Finn’s movements are abrupt and angry as he steps off the sidewalk and flags down a cab. He and Marina climb inside, and off they go. “Oh God.” I shake Finn’s shoulder. “Wake up! They’ve left him! Please, Finn!” But I know it won’t do any good. There’s only me now. I fumble for the gun in the glove compartment. James steps out of the restaurant. His eyes are fixed on the idling car, and he nods at Richter behind the driver’s seat.
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