“Is anyone going to tell me how Virgil got himself shot?” Apparently Gordon had no qualms about when to ask questions.
“My uncle shot him.”
Four simple words, said plainly.
“The Hood?!” Gordon again managed to speak before Scott.
“Virgil…” She drifted for a moment, her brow furrowing. “Virgil untied me. My uncle shot him. So I shot my uncle.”
Scott’s eyes widened.
Kayo stared him square in the eye. “He won’t be hurting us anymore.”
He reached out to touch her, but she flinched away. Scott opened his mouth to ask, but the doctor and a nurse bustled in and the moment was lost.
But the expression in his sister’s eye said it all.
The Hood made his choice.
He should never have hurt Virgil.