HANK IS SHOT, solidly. The hospital is out of the question, those will be canvassed. McGregor’s mansion has proven a grave error—the Tiarna still has the talisman. The blood drains: the old man is handy with a pistol.
His belt a tourniquet, Hank heads to Mandy’s–where else can he go? She performs a healing ritual, despite still being angry at his foolhardy bravado. Hank feels useless, helpless. Mandy cradles him as the sky begins to darken.
McGregor stands high on the balcony, laughing savagely as the darkness flows into him. Quietly, his servant pushes him off the edge.