The detonation sounds and the world collapses. My victim is holding a hand to their chest. Sprays of blood splash the scene. Even Cay grimaces. The darkness is falling on us and it’s red.
I dared. I did it. I killed someone. I sent them ad patres. Figg would be proud of me if he wasn’t dead.
Figg crashes on the floor. After turning, I point my revolver at Cay.
“I don’t know you, Larson...”
“Yes, yes...”
Erma is shocked. She needs a little time to sit up and get rid of the rope wrapped around her wrists. She gets up. She frowns when her knees c***k. She massages them to improve blood circulation and reduce swelling.
Enoch Cay is distressed. He has his eyes fixed on the corpse of his right-hand man, lying in an ocean of blood. His mouth open, pale, he turns to us. I keep my gun on him.
