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“If I drew Eddie outside, could you take him out from up here?” I asked. My words sounded cold-blooded, even to me. I could feel Glenn’s eyes, assessing.
“In terms of technique, yes, I could probably make a shot from up here. Assuming my scope is in true, assuming I could tell the two—or three—of you apart. And assuming you could even get Eddie outside, without him killing Ralph or you first.”
“So I take it that’s a no?” I asked.
“You take it correctly,” he said. “Let’s go.”
We waited a few steps before turning our red lamps on again, and silently watched the ground beneath our feet until we reached the truck.
“Does he know you?” Glenn asked. He got in the back of the truck and traded out the rifle for the handguns, giving them another once-over in the dome light. Then he strapped
