Chapter Twenty-eight
It was thirty minutes before the big race. I’d had enough of Donald’s bullshit and I wasn’t getting anywhere with him. I decided to get up from his table and go over to look at the activity on the racecourse from our grandstand. As I moved away, I noticed Zombie-boy walk towards our table. I put my head down and deliberately swerved into his path and bumped him firmly with my shoulder. He jumped back in shock as he hadn’t seen me coming. Zombie-boy then made a reach for his jacket pocket.
We both heard Donald say, “Eugene!”
He stopped, looked at Donald then back at me. He threw me a dark, evil sneer as he lowered his hand from his jacket. I gave him a terse apology and moved away. I knew he was packing a gun. I’d felt it with my shoulder when I bumped into him. I wa
