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Nathan felt a degree of trepidation as he stepped over the threshold, at the same time he felt a sense of relief; one way or another, the situation would be resolved soon. While he couldn’t say he was eager for things to be over, given that he anticipated a degree of violence before Walker was stopped, he did want to reach the end of the worst day he could either remember or imagine.
He saw Walker the moment he entered the house, the killer was halfway down the passage towards the kitchen, a sawn-off shotgun in his hands. Nathan did his best not to react to the weapon, but even with the indifferent attitude he currently had towards his life and his health, he couldn’t help feeling as though a hole the size of the gaping black chasms that stared at him from the muzzles of the shotgun h
