Chapter 32
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I looked around for Bill Barnar, but he was suddenly nowhere to be seen. The bar was unattended, and an irritated patron slapped it loudly in frustration before stumbling back toward the stage. He fell down halfway there, and I heard him hit the floor, but I didn’t dare to turn around. The band kept playing, and it was obvious no one had noticed anything. She had the drop on me, and if she decided to pull the trigger, she could walk right out the front door and disappear afterward with little fear of being caught. Time slowed down, and I noticed every detail of the next few moments, right down to the lyric Bloody Nails was singing:
You’re as good as dead
That’s what I said!
Four malt liquors and a hole in your head!
“I’m pretty sure you don’t have any reason to ki
