CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
Bill kept his own gun steady as he stared over the barrel into Graham’s wild-looking eyes. His brain clicked away, calculating what might happen next. Things looked desperate, but he knew better than to panic.
His feet were planted squarely on the wooden pier. Graham was still perched on the railing, his legs still dangling over the water, his body twisted to aim the gun at Bill.
Graham was in a by far more precarious position. His aim was likely to be shaky.
It would be easy to take him out.
Too easy, Bill decided.
Bill could hear the panicked cries and the fleeing footsteps of other people on the pier. Several nearby fishermen simply dropped their poles and hurried away.
In his peripheral vision, Bill could see that Riley and Lucy both had their weapons out and
