Chapter 19
Sonny sat looking at the pistol in his hand. He slowly turned the cylinder. Click, click, click.
He looked up toward the window when he heard the door shut on the pickup. He checked the clock. Marcia wanted to leave at four o’clock. By the time they got to the Farm, Sean would be there, and with a little luck, so would Christine.
Seconds later Marcia opened the door. She came around the table to sit beside him. “Lola will be fine at my sister’s.”
Sonny sat staring at the gun in his hand. Click, click, click.
Marcia reached over and put her hand on his arm. “You having second thoughts?”
“I am. I’ve never shot a gun. I don’t even like guns. I know we carried one on the shrimp boat, but we never had to use it . . . not against people. We killed a few varmints and sometimes a
