Chapters (95)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Eighty-One
- Eighty-Two
- Eighty-Three
- Eighty-Four
- Eighty-Five
- Eighty-Six
- Eighty-Seven
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by David Swinson
- Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.
“All the same, you take your finger off the trigger, you can still pull it just as fast as you can with it on, but there’ll be no accidents.”
“No. Just get on your knees!”
“What the fuck’s this about, Robby?”
It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve had guns pointed at me, but they weren’t pointed by men like Biddy, who looks like he smoked up the rest of his shit. He wouldn’t have this kind of courage otherwise. I don’t consider myself the tough-guy type, but I’ve managed to either talk or fight my way out of these kinds of situations. I do feel fear but try not to sound like I do.
“Get on your knees, I said!”
“If you’re gonna kill me, I’d rather be standing.”
What the fuck did I just say?
“I know you have a gun on your belt, so take off your belt and let it drop, then kick it to me.”
“Okay.”
I unlatch my belt without lifting my T-shirt up, slide the belt out of the leather loops that secure my in-the-pants holster, then pull it all the way out. My gun won’t drop because it’s in a concealment holster and tucked in my pants. My cuffs drop first, then my magazine pouch, which holds two mags.
“Where’s your gun?”
“I keep it in my backpack when I’m driving. Easier to get to that way.”
“Where’s your backpack?”
“In the living room.”
“Kick that stuff carefully to me.”
I obey. First the mags, then the cuffs slide toward his feet. Still hoping he doesn’t ask me to lift my T-shirt.
“Your belt, too.”
I step back and give it a slight kick.
“Tell me what this is about. I was just at the motel looking for you. Wanted to make sure you were safe.”
“Safe?” Like a joke.
“Yes, of course. I’m on your side, Robby.”
He chuckles nervously. “I’m going to kill you, then I’m going to kill Officer Jasper.”
“You’re so high right now, Robby. Please.”
“My uncle’s dead!”
“I know. I’m the one who called the police and an ambulance to the scene. So why are you at my house with a gun to my chest?”
“My uncle’s dead. You said that everything would be okay.”
I only remember advising them both to lay low, stay away from all this shit. I’ve had enough. I won’t tell him that, though, because he’s too emotional.
“Why did your uncle leave the motel?”
“We both left. He said he was going to pack up a few things at his house, then we’d return.”
“Where were you when your uncle was attacked?”
“Waiting in the cab. He was supposed to just go in and pack a suitcase.”
“So you saw who killed him?”