"Because we took too long to get here?" Sunny frowned, even though she knew that was likely not it.
Andrew lowered his gun and turned the safety on. He wasn't going to shoot Chris again. Pistol whip him, maybe, if it came to it. But Andrew wasn't going to put another bullet hole in him.
Cole got to the door too late, and it was already locked.
"Fuck," he muttered, kicking and hitting the door, as if that could get it open.