Chapter 37The gunman, dressed in combat gear, swallowed some more pills then walked purposefully to the middle of the grass, amongst the groups of families and friends, amongst the blankets on the ground, the remnants of fried chicken, sandwiches, cakes and soft drinks. No one looked at him or acknowledged him, too busy interacting with their families or friends. He didn't look out of place as many people were clothed in fancy dress costumes. He could have been invisible and he wondered if he was. Smiling to himself, he was eerily calm, but his heart was racing, wired by the drugs he'd been popping all night and all day to help him to stay awake. Raising his automatic weapon, he pirouetted, finger on the trigger, firing indiscriminately into the crowd, whooping and cheering as people colla
