“True enough,” agreed O’Leary. “In any case he immediately admitted he’d fired from the first floor of the clubhouse… He finished his round an hour before Elster and Tyron Jr. He went to his hotel to get the rifle, hid it in his bag, and locked himself in the loo. He said the last cubicle has a window. We’ll check. He opened it and fired.”
“It was well thought out,” Sweeney, despite himself, couldn’t help feeling some admiration for the planning behind the act. “At that point, everyone had gone out to watch the end of the tournament. I imagine he waited for the applause to shoot.”
“Spot on. No one heard anything. And Tyron Jr.’s legendary immobility when putting served him well. At less than a hundred yards and using a scope, it would be like trying to miss an elephant in the corridor of
