Gary had never killed anyone.
He"d let men be killed and he"d watched a guy hang himself from the level crossing bridge, but he"d never actually done the deed himself. Sometimes he fantasised about it, wrapping his hands around a neck, squeezing a bit harder than normal. Truth was he didn"t have the nerve.
He"d promised the scarred Scotsman, damned if he could remember the guy"s name, that he could do whatever was needed and the lie was starting to nag at him. Would he actually be able to kill his partner? He contemplated it over and over again as he watched Mark hurry towards the tramlines.
No matter how hard he tried he couldn"t do it. He liked the kid. He was a good partner; didn"t ask too many questions and he had Gary"s back. Knowing Gary"s luck he"d get paired with one of those do
