Chapter 44
44 Silhouetted by the stabbing light, Pissed Off Widow stares at me, nostrils flaring as her chest heaves, ready to charge me like an angry bull. The empty bucket dangles from two fingers, reflecting light against the cave walls. She wants me to shout back at her. Her husband had “made me sleep,” and I’d killed him with one of my last bullets. I feel this little surge of satisfaction, but quash it. I really didn’t want to kill him—no. I take that back. Right then, when I’d been the last one standing, with a thiopental dart in my chest and Rob and Bradley prone around me, I’d wanted every one of them dead. But what I wanted didn’t matter. I’d murdered her husband. Self-defense, but who cares? And she wants me to pay. I’m almost helpless, chained to the wall. Doing nothing isn’t a str
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