Boris had a gun.
Eyes shut tightly, face twisted in an agonized grimace, Morris "Boris" Blovitz was holding the gun to his head.
Suddenly, everything fell together in Dave's mind. As he absorbed the terrible scene before him, he understood the purpose and dimensions of the mission, answered all the questions which had stumped him until that instant.
Why had Larry dragged him from the trailer and into the woods? Why had Larry been so angry with him for failing to keep tabs on Boris? Why had Larry been in such a rush, and why had he behaved in such a desperate manner?
Because Boris was going to kill himself.
Heart slamming in his chest, crashing against his ribs like a prizefighter's fist, Dave hovered at the edge of the clearing and stared at Boris. A heavy, cold feeling settled in
