Three Bullets

His bloodshot eyes bulged wide with fear. He tilted his body to the right, pushing his head into the soft padding of the passenger door. The gun barrel followed him, pressed firm and uncomfortable against his bare skin. What else was there to say? How could he save himself? His mouth opened to speak.

In an instant, a bright flash of light filled the interior of the car. He never heard another sound; never uttered another word.

Anthony Warren Werner never thought of anything else ever again.

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