I no longer had any time to wait. They were coming for me next. I felt around Frankie’s body and my hand twisted up in the material of his suit jacket, but I didn’t receive any electric shocks. Frankie’s eyes were closed as he lay on the floor in a crumbled mess.

I patted his sides, going up his shirt and trying to find where he hid a gun until I found a small handheld pistol in the pocket of his jacket perfectly concealed. I ripped the weapon out, tearing a piece of his ...