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'If you shoot him. I'll shoot you.' |
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'I mean it! They murdered Maxwell last night, and it was all my fault. I'm not gonna sit here and let you murder a man right in front of me. I don't care if you are my mother. You just can't do it. Put the gun down!' |
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Trev felt the muzzle ease away from his neck. |
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'OK? OK? Are you happy now?' |
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Lisa didn't say anything. |
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After a while, Francine said, 'Are we just going to sit here?' |
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'How about if I take you home?' Trev suggested. |
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'Is there a way in that's sheltered?' |
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'The carport's covered,' Lisa said. 'The kitchen door's right there.' |
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He started the car, put on its wipers and headlights, and backed slowly out of the alley. He glimpsed the black heap of the axeman before turning his eyes to the rearview mirror. |
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'Will you stay with us?' Lisa asked. |
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'We'll see,' he said. He had no intention of staying with them. |
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'That means no,' Francine said. |
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'It means we'll see. Where do you live?' |
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'OK.' He swung out onto Third Street, started forward. Easing down on the gas, he suddenly realized that the visibility had improved. Though the rain still |
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