Susan’s audience: Sudden thunder exploded nearby, and the dim light emitted in the hall flickered then died. Susan repositioned, legs locked under and around his arms and pulling on lab coat’s chest. Her knifepoint and edge pressing at his neck, she had his gun tucked in her waist.
Gabriel Betsinger said, “I don’t want any trouble, please.”
“The gun you had in your hand looked like trouble to me.”