Martin stood with the smoking shotgun in his hands and stared in horror at the hole right through Olivia. He could see Philson's vest through it. If he'd been faster...but he'd thought that somehow the camera operator was alive. He didn't know why Philson was shooting at her until it was too late. It was like that other night; he was too slow to understand.

"Run, Billy!" he said.

"I'm not running anywhere," Bill said. Martin shook himself and looked at Bill.

"Sorry, I was ...