Chapter 63Dunne remembered the bloody corpses in his living room two years ago. The bodies of his wife, Vicky, and daughter, Ella, after the shotgun blast.
He hadn't been able to bring himself to touch them. It had been too terrible to bear.
He had sat across the room, staring at their blown-apart bodies, waiting for what had seemed like hours for the police. Waiting for someone to tap him on the shoulder and wake him up from what could only be a nightmare.
And now, it was about to happen again.
Two of Dunne's family members knelt before an armed killer—Jeremiah Weed, with a machine gun in each hand. The killer was about to murder Dunne's family right in front of him, while he watched. Dunne was the only one who could possibly intervene in time.
But there was one big difference f
