Three
Dion and I stepped out of his car and approached the passenger.
“Look what the hell you did to my hand,” he said.
“Maybe you should look around you. You are the lucky one we wanted you alive.” He looked and saw he was the only one still living.
“Geez, oh man, just shoot me. They’re going to kill me.” He looked at us and realized his situation. He started to reach over to the driver's side. I put my gun to his head and pulled the hammer back. “Man, I’m telling you. You need to just shoot me. I’m a dead man, except they’ll hurt me badly for a long time before they kill me.”
He reached again, so I shot his other hand. At first, the sound seemed to stop him. He was just sitting there looking at his hand. After a couple of seconds the reality of what just happened set in and there wa
