“Look out!”
Napoleon ducked instinctively at Illya’s shout, and the shot whizzed over his head and smashed into the car window. He fired back and the gunman collapsed. Napoleon blanched at the sight of his partner on the road beside the car, a large sticky red stain spreading across the front of his shirt.
“Illya!”
He knelt beside him. Illya’s eyes were closed, and his breathing was rapid.
“Illya, Stay with me!”
Illya opened his eyes, groaned and sat up.
“Mrs. Waverly’s homemade strawberry jam! What a waste! Do you think if I ask her nicely she’ll give me another?”
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