Chapter 77Dave knew. Even in his dazed condition, he knew.
He didn't have to be a mind-reader, didn't even have to be in his right mind to know what Larry meant to do.
Larry was whipping around, sweeping one fist high. That fist would make a fine bludgeon when it plunged down to its mark.
Dave knew. He wasn't in his right mind, but he knew.
As Larry spun, Dave snapped the gun up in front of him.
He knew. He knew exactly what Larry meant to do.
With steady hands, Dave flicked the muzzle toward the killer; with steady eyes, he drew a bead on Larry's head.
Larry's back was turned to the gun. His blackened fist began its descent.
Dave's finger hugged the trigger.
He knew.
He knew what would happen if he didn't shoot.
He knew what was back there; he could hear it.
He knew that
