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Think, think, think, think. "You just…you can’t kill her."

"Would you rather do it? We can’t let her go. She knows our names. Seen our faces."

"Don’t cut her," I said. The lumpiness of tears ached in my throat.

"I do it to all of them, and I don’t make exceptions."

"While they’re alive?"

"That’s the fun of it."

"You’re out of your mind!" Shirley screamed at Orson, but he ignored her.

"Not this time, Orson," I implored, rising to my feet. "Please."

Shirley screamed, "Let me go!"

"Bitch!" Orson screamed back, and he kicked her in the side of the head with the steel tip of his boot. She slumped down on the floor. "Open your mouth again, good-bye tongue."

He looked back at me, eyes blazing. "It’s perfect with you here," he said. "I want to share this with you."

"No," I begged. "Don’t touch her."

Orson glanced down at his victim and then back at me.

"I’ll give you a choice," he said. Walking to the stool, he set down the knife and pulled out my .357. "You can shoot her right now. Save her the pain." He approached and handed me the gun. "Here. Seeing you kill her painlessly would be as good to me as killing her the way I like to." When he looked at Shirley, I glanced at the back of the cylinder. The gun was loaded.

"Shirley, get up. I told you it was a lucky coincidence for you that my brother was here."

She didn’t move.

"Shirley," he said again, walking toward her, "get up." He nudged her with his boot, and when she didn’t move, Orson rolled her onto her back. Her temple smashed in, blood drained out of one ear. Orson dug two fingers into the side of her neck and waited. "She’s dead," he said, looking incredulously at me. "No, wait, it’s there. It’s weak, but it’s there. I just knocked her out. Andy, now’s your chance," he urged, taking several steps back from the woman. "Squeeze off a few rounds before she comes to. Aim at the head."

I pointed the gun at Orson. "Slide me the keys," I said, but he didn’t move. He just stared at me, sadly shaking his head.

"This is gonna set us way back in the trust department."

I pulled the trigger, and the gun fired. I squeezed it again and again, the plangent crack of gunshots filling up the shed, the gray smoke of gunpowder ascending into the rafters, until only the clicking of the hammer remained, thumping the empty shells.

Orson hadn’t flinched.

I looked down at the gun, eyes bulging.

"Blanks, Andy," he said. "I thought you might just threaten me, but you pulled that trigger without hesitation. Wow." He took the knife from the stool and walked toward me. I threw the gun at him, but it missed his head and struck the back door.

"She’s dead, Andy," he said. "I wasn’t going to make you watch her suffer. Not the first time. And this is how you repay me? He was close now, gripping the knife. "Part of me wants to shove this into your stomach," Orson said. "It’s almost irresistible." He pushed me back down into the lawn chair. "But I’m not gonna do that," he said. "I won’t do that." He went to the stool, set down the knife, and walked to the .357, which was lying against the back door. Picking it up, he took two bullets from his pocket. "I’d say your little stunt constitutes fuckup number two." He loaded the bullets and spun the cylinder. When it stopped, he aimed the gun at my chest. "These aren’t blanks," he said.

Click.

I saw the relief on Orson’s face. "Don’t make me do this again," he said. "It’d be a real shame if I had to kill you." He returned the gun to his pocket, pulled out the key for the leg iron, and slid it across the floor to me. "You can use my knife," he said. "I’ll be back for the heart. Don’t botch it up. Put her on one of those plastic sheets in the corner over there. Otherwise, you’ll be scrubbing this floor till Christmas."

I’d regained my voice, and I said, "Orson, I can’t —"

"You have four hours. If the job isn’t done when I return, we’ll play our little game again with three bullets."

He opened the back door, and I saw the sky coming into purple. It didn’t seem like dawn should be here yet. It didn’t seem like it should ever