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Back The Asset
Chapters (86)
  1. Foreword
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  86. Afterword

The guy paused then went for it anyway. Lance shot him in the thigh with the 9mm.

The man cried out.

“Reach for it again,” Lance said.

The man looked at him, then at his thigh. “You shot me,” he cried.

Lance pulled the ex up by the hair and said, “So, what brings you fellas to town?”

The ex shook his head.

“I ought to warn you,” Lance said, “the sheriff’s department is all the way in Libby. We just don’t have the tax base for a force of our own here.”

The ex raised his hands. “Mister,” he said.

“Mister?” Lance said.

“You don’t know who you’re messing with,” the ex said.

Lance scoffed. “I don’t know? Me? You come to my town,” he said. “My house. You point a gun in my face. You rough up my woman.”

“Mister,” the ex said again, and Lance slammed his face against the dash even harder than the first time.

The friend made to reach under his seat again and Lance pointed the 9mm at him.

“Go ahead,” he said.

The man raised his hands.

“Keep them on the wheel,” Lance said.

Lance pulled the ex’s head up again and said, “Hardly seems fair he’s the one got the bullet. It’s your show after all.”

“No,” the ex cried as Lance reached into the car and pressed the gun against his leg.

“Here?” Lance said.

“Don’t,” the ex cried as Lance pulled the trigger.

The ex cried out in pain and grabbed his leg.

“Now fellas,” Lance said. “What say I get in the back seat, tell you to drive somewhere nice and quiet, and then kill the both of you?”

The one guy shook his head but the ex said, “You’re the one’s going to die.”

Lance made a tut-tut sound and unceremoniously shot him in the other thigh.

“Look what you made me do now,” he said.

The ex screamed in pain.

Lance shook his head. This was a situation he was all too familiar with. Either he keep things simple and kill these two pricks, or let them go and then have to worry what they chose to do with their good fortune.

He checked if the back door was open and got in. He reached under the driver’s seat and fished out the gun. It was a Rohm .22 revolver.

“I guess the simplest thing for us to do is go for that drive,” he said. “Get this sorted once and for all.”

“Please,” the friend said. “This ain’t my fight.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Lance said. “I can see where you’re coming from, it being his girl and all, but this is twice I’ve seen you now. You’ve got a stake in it, one way or another.”

The ex spoke. “You don’t have to kill the two of us.”