Chapter 41Dunne's eyes locked on the barrel of the machine gun as Weed aimed it at him. He shook as he waited for the killing shot.
But he did not pray. He was terrified...but part of him believed he deserved what was coming. Part of him believed the shot was long overdue.
For two years, he had imagined that every truck backfire, slamming door, and bump in the night was this shot...the shot that should have killed him instead of his wife and daughter. Now that it was finally here, he almost felt relieved. He could almost feel Vicky and Ella in the Team Room with him, smiling approvingly, ghostly arms outstretched forgivingly.
But the shot did not come.
Dunne heard the motorcycles tear past again, just outside the Team Room. Weed tossed the machine gun back to his Asian bride and
