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Belli doesn’t know what’s hit him. All he knows is he’s dropped
the knife and released his grip on Andrea. She steps away from him as he
staggers one step forward, then one step back, and then one more to the side.
“Doomed to the immortal,” he says,
before collapsing onto his own b****y footprint.
I go to him, lower myself onto one
knee. Blood streams from the corners of his mouth and out his nostrils. I can
tell he’s trying to communicate something. Slipping my right hand under the
back of his blood-soaked head, I raise it up.
He struggles for the strength to
speak. “I am not … the evil man … you think, Baker.” The words are
followed by a gurgle, then the exhalation of a very deep breath, after which,
the lungs do not re-inflate. Slowly, I lower the head back onto the fl
