She didn’t belong here surrounded by violence and death. Exposing her to such horror concerned him more than his bruised rib. Almost as much as her blistering censure. He deserved it. Somehow, she’d once again cut through all the bullshit. John had been the only other one to do that. John had believed in him. And so, he finally realized, did Sloane. By losing Ann, he’d let John down. If he gave up now, he’d do the same to Sloane. How had she known everything that had happened to him since he’d shown up here at Ann’s tonight? She’d flown in here like an avenging angel, and he hadn’t even backed her up. He turned to Officer Janklow. “I’ll give my statement now.” The cop opened his mouth to say something when another man stepped into view. “Really? This I’d like to hear, Goldman.”
