CHAPTER SEVEN
“Say that to my wife’s killer!!! Say that to my son’s killer!! Say that to my daughter’s killer!”
Shouted President Patrick with the voice resonating in his ears. He roared with all his energy. At least this is how he can fight for his kids and wife and his rights too.
The military man Joseph felt the words like sharp edges of a double-edged sword. He froze with shame but with the finger still on the trigger. Tongue-tied. Unable to count to three. He felt all the tension. All his nerves and the pressure deflating. So fast like a balloon that has been punched. Instant trickling down of sweat-drenched him in splits of seconds as all the tension disappeared and reality set in. He visualized saying that to the killers of President Patrick’s family. That drove the point home. T
