Chapter 242
“Get…get out of my office,” Scooter said, numbed and stunned.
Chris was whimpering, pained sounds slipping past the gates of his bared teeth. “You’re going to regret that,” he spat.
The sound of a key turning in the lock was loud, echoing against the ringing in Scooter’s ears, and then the door opened. Andy’s eyes flicked around the room, taking in details: Chris clutching at his arm, blood dripping through his fingers, the letter opener on the floor and the spatter of blood there, Scooter’s position against the desk. Scooter’s face, though God only knew what Andy saw there. “You okay, honey?”
“He won’t be,” Chris said, drawing himself up. He kept his bleeding arm close to his chest, smearing crimson over his shirt. “Neither of you will be. You think you’re hurting now, you haven’t even begun to see where the bottom is. You’ll be crawling for so long you’re going to forget what daylight even looks like. This isn’t over, this isn’t close to over.”