Chapter 13
James
“You let her get away! Now she’ll go to the police!” Andrew is yelling, spraying spittle as he scrambles after his g*n.
I kick it out of his reach and, with all my strength, kick him in the teeth.
His head snaps back, a startled look in his eyes as strings of blood and shattered teeth fly from his lips. He slams against the wall, bounces off, and lands on his face, hitting his head with a satisfying thud. Then he stops moving.
“What the f**k, James!?” Dale is balled up in the doorway, holding his groin, his face wet with sweat as he pants for air. His pistol is on the ground several feet past him. “Did you f*****g kill him?”
“Not yet.” I pick up Andrew’s g*n, check it, walk over, and point it at Dale’s head. He cringes. “Tell me why the f**k you decided to help him b
