Sam couldn’t believe his eyes, the sound of the gunshot and Charity’s yell were all mixed up; Jonathan just fired the shot on Charity, and he could see blood slowly dripping to the ground. This wasn’t the third trial, what the hell was Jonathan doing?

“I warned you, Sam. No police, this isn’t over, if you mention anything we did here to the police who would enter this door in less than a minute, Emily dies. No matter the amount of protection or security you put around her, she dies.” Jonathan