Ben sat in the armchair. He had the revolver, and it was pointed at Drue. “Welcome back.”

He wore a baseball cap with a backward bill and a blue and white polyester bicycle racing jersey, with the words TEAM DANGERBOY written in script across it.

Drue took a step backward and her breath caught in her chest.

“What do you want?” Jonah asked, his voice menacing.

“Just thought I’d drop by to check in on Drue.”

“To make sure she was dead?” Jonah asked. “You’re a sick bastard, you know that?”

“Aren’t we all sick bastards, deep down inside?” Ben giggled a little at his own joke.

“The thing is, I was just about to leave the tournament. In fact, I was standing outside, about to head home on the Vespa, when I saw half a dozen cop cars roll up. And I said to myself, ‘Dude, this is not good.’ So instead of going home, I thought I’d come out here and pay Drue a visit. And maybe borrow her car. I think that’s fair, don’t you? Since I’m the one that got it running again?”

Drue stared. “Are you high?”

“Just a little bit,” he said, giggling again. “I’d offer you some of mine, Drue, but we both know it doesn’t agree with you.”

“So take the car and go,” Jonah said. “You got your money from the insurance people, right? I’m sure you weren’t planning on sticking around, especially now. So just go.”

“See, the money thing is off,” Ben said, his mood turning angry. “Everything was all set, until Drue decided to stick her nose where it didn’t belong and fuck me over.”

He waved the revolver from Jonah to Drue, then back to Drue. “Rookie move, Drue. Leaving a gun in an unlocked house. Whose gun is it, just out of curiosity?”

“It’s my dad’s,” Drue said. “You hurt me, Ben, and he’s coming after you. And he’ll never stop until he’s caught you and locked you up.”

“No doubt,” Ben said. “But I’ll be long gone by the time he figures it out.”

He smiled at his former colleague. “Hey, my man. You don’t mind if I borrow that sweet Audi of yours, instead of that crappy car of hers? I mean, making a getaway in a white Ford Bronco, it didn’t work out so good for the last guy, did it?” Ben snapped his fingers and held out his hand, palm up.

“Fuck off,” Jonah said. “This ain’t Grand Theft Auto.”

Ben pointed the revolver at a spot directly over Drue’s head and fired. She jumped reflexively, the shot ringing in her ears.

“The next shot I fire will be in her head,” Ben said calmly. “Now give me the fucking keys.”

“Okay,” Drue said, her voice shaking. “Jonah doesn’t have the keys. I’ve got them.”