Her gaze dropped once again to Mr. Bailor and his outstretched hand. She patted his still warm fingers then carefully got to her knees. She dropped the blood-drenched towel, aware that she'd barely staunched the flow. As she slowly rose to peek over the countertop, her gaze snagged a black rectangular inset.
She knew immediately what it was and now understood what Mr. Bailor had been reaching for. She pushed the button and a wood shelf dropped down, revealing a shotgun tucked into polyethylene foam. She eased the Kel-Tec KSG25 from its hidden location. Clever old man. She flipped the weapon over and saw the open loading port was full of three-inch 12-gauge shells. She knew the loading capacity of the KSG25 was 20 shells. Plenty to take down the mass shooter terrorizing the restaurant.
