The Point

Kyle grunted and turned to walk towards the clearing.  Lonnie followed, his head down,

possibly thinking of whether his new partner would be Swedish.  The small man looked up

at me.  His eyes grew wide with fear when I lifted my gun.


Once, twice....three times I shot Kyle in the back of the head.  The blood was everywhere.

He died instantly, I know that.  I insisted on that part.

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