MICHAEL, FUELLED BY surging adrenaline, had leant on his good arm as he clutched the rifle. Using his last ounce of strength, as consciousness started to ebb away, he raised the weapon, intent on killing Mr. and Mrs. Gomez with one bullet. At that close proximity, he couldn’t possibly miss.
This fact was apparent to James; without hesitation, with steady nerves and a heart rate down to sixty beats per minute, James pulled the trigger and hit Michael cleanly on the side of the head.
G had assumed the worst, what with the simultaneous sound of gunfire and Queen’s sudden loss of consciousness. He was beside himself. Still tied to the water pipe and unable to get to his wife, the emotional strain was unbearable. He screamed and cried his lungs out, thrashing about like a man possessed.
Leah
