She got to the other side of the bedroom and opened the nightstand drawer. She pulled her pistol out just as he crashed through the door. He took a split second to orient himself, and that split second gave her the time she needed. She raised the revolver and emptied it into him.

His last vagor conveyed surprise.

She slowly walked over to his dying body and coldly watched the life leak from his scared eyes. “Did you forget you were the one who gave me the silver-tipped, hollow points? And insist I keep them loaded in my pistol at all times?”

Late November 1980

Mary jumped to her feet again and yelled, “That’s bullshit! Larry and I may have had our problems, but he would never have planned to kill me. Craig, she’s lying!”

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