Chapter 43
I HIT THE FLOOR.
So do Georgie and Roger.
Suzanne slides off the couch, crawls around to the back.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Alexander crawls over to Roger, snatches the .44
Magnum from his hand, cold-c***s the author over the head with the barrel.
Another couple of rounds tear through the windows and into
the floor at my feet.
Alexander raises up the gun, fires one off at Georgie. The
bullet misses and takes a chunk out of the wall behind him.
Georgie rolls in my direction, aiming his .9mm at Alexander,
and proceeds to pump three rounds into his head.
No more Alexander.
Coming from outside the now shot through windows are the sounds
of boot heels on the wooden desk and an ear-piercing screech. Correction. Not a
screech, but a good old-fashioned rebel yell. T
