I dropped.
Samuel fired.
The bullet struck Graham in the chest.
Daniel dove for his weapon.
Ben fired the flare gun into Samuel’s coat.
Flame erupted across his shoulder.
He screamed and stumbled backward.
Graham collapsed beside me.
Evelyn kicked his pistol away.
Daniel tackled Samuel onto the wet ground and extinguished the fire with his jacket.
For several seconds, the forest filled with shouting, rain, and the ragged sound of Graham trying to breathe.
Then sirens rose across the lake.
Evelyn looked at me.
“How?”
Ben held up a tiny locator beacon.
“Rosie sewed it inside my jacket.”
I stared at him.
“When?”
“Before surgery.”
