The Shot

"Weeeee have a proooobleeeeemmm!" Moira sing songed in a panicky voice as she rushed out through the living room doors to greet me in the foyer. She grabbed my coat, which was halfway down my arms and shoved it back up to my shoulders. "A very very big prooobleeem!"

"What's going on?" I stopped her hands from fidgeting with my coat some more and glanced at my butler, who was on high alert beside me. His eyes were trained on the doors she'd come out of, and his hands were slowly inching towards his gun.

"It's Connor, your dad's going to kill him!" Moira started jumping on the tips of her toes, causing the heels of her boots to clack against the floor awkwardly. "Salvador is going to kill him, Kat!"

"Shit." I searched the pockets of my coat for my phone, thinking I'd have to send Francesca to my father on my behalf. "Where are they? I'll call Francesca."