“Do me a favor. Don’t miss.” His voice is flat, lackadaisical, as if his life means nothing.
I stare at the lunatic before me, unable to break eye contact. Some people may say that they don’t care if they live or die, for whatever reason, but when faced with an actual survival situation, they’ll do whatever it takes to save themselves. Self-preservation is a basic instinct, regardless of circumstances.
“Come on, tiger cub. I don’t have all night.” With those words, he lets go of my gun and closes his eyes again.
The wise thing to do would be to get back into my car and leave the hottie with a death wish to die of blood loss, but I can’t do it. And we’ve already established that I’m an i***t. I lower the gun and return it to the back of my pants. Then, I tug on the scarf holding my hair.
