Sara said. Khan turned from Filip, his gun and the promise of death, and addressed Sara. “That’s not true. I’ve seen people die in terror and agony. Dying demands courage.” “If I kill you now,” Filip said. “There is no revenge against Vince. He wins.” “I think I have seen my revenge.” Khan looked at Jay, who stared miserably from Filip to him. “His only child despises him. From shame and disgust, she’ll learn to hate him.” “No. He’s my dad.” But Jay’s cry wasn’t disagreement. It was despair. “Take her and go,” Khan said to Filip. “Vince is flying to Melbourne.” Filip lowered the gun. “He intends to kill you.” The men both knew it wouldn’t be a clean gunshot. When Vince caught up with Khan, he’d torture him. “If he catches me…” Khan shrugged. “I knew what I risked with revenge.” “Dad’s flying here to save me?” Jay struggled with hope. Rescue and heroism made her father one of the good guys. Filip guessed he and Sara stayed silent out of compassion.
