Kennedy sat forward her glass forgotten on the table. “Jesus Christ, Alecia. You actually—”

“Shot him. In the shoulder, and in the side.” She waved dismissively with her left hand, almost hitting Liv. “But I'm sure he’ll live.”

“And you think that makes it better? I know he deserved worse for the horrible shit he did to you, but seriously?”

Alecia smile faded for only a millisecond at Liv words about what Robert did, but she stretched out, one arm draped ...