"That would be me," Ollie said. It was his instinct to move to shield Gael, but he didn't need to, because Carlos was already doing it. The man was falling, he thought, and just wasn't acknowledging it. For which he couldn't really blame him, though if this was the love Gael knew? He couldn't blame his friend for running from it.

He flinched as Ty ducked Patrick's shot and his lips thinned as suddenly the same rage he'd seen in Carlos' eyes darkened his own. He didn't connect the same dots he'd connected with Gael and Carlos, though, as he lifted his gun. "Tyler," he said with deadly calm. "Move." Then he fired, his gun aimed for Patrick's temple as the Spade turned again to spit venom at him.