CHAPTER 88
Laney and Jake reached the exit seconds after Henry crossed though it. Gunfire rang out and she leaped back.
Jake grabbed her around the waist, pulling her into the wall, out of danger. “You hit?”
“No.” She peered past him. Henry was pinned down in the body ditch, climbing along the edge. Her breath caught as Gideon stepped to the edge, his boots on either side of Henry’s hands.
Henry looked up. “Azazyel.”
“So you know who I am. But do you know who you are, Henry Chandler? That is the true question.” Gideon stepped on Henry’s fingers. “How’s your mother doing? She’s going by Victoria these days, is she not?”
Henry gritted his teeth, but didn't answer.
Gideon stomped down harder. “What, no response? I’ve never understood how your mother could generate such loyalty in her children, when she’s doomed you all.”
“You know nothing about her.”
“Oh, my friend. Your mother and I go way back. And I do mean way back. But now’s really not the time for that. After all, what’s the point in chatting with a dead man?” Gideon aimed his gun at Henry’s head. “Good-bye, Mr. Chandler.”
Laney and Jake leaned out and set off a barrage of shots. Gideon dove for the ground. Bullets followed him as he crawled towards his car.
“Henry, we’ve got you covered! Get out of there!” Jake yelled.
Henry needed no further encouragement. Placing both hands on the edge, he vaulted out of the pit. He turned in the direction that Gideon had disappeared. Gideon’s car was peeling away.
Laney spied a truck. She sprinted for it and leaped in the driver’s seat. She flipped open the visor and the keys dropped into her lap. “Thank you, God.”
She turned the key as Henry and Jake jumped in the passenger door. “Hold on boys.” She slammed down the accelerator and peeled after Gideon.