THE TORTURED (21 page)

“Looks like he’s coming in,” Ryan whispered.

Ami began to walk toward the door, her gun held steady at arm’s length. As she got within a few feet of the door, the approaching man looked up and noticed Ami, the gun, blood, and money. As he did, he turned and began to run toward the car.

“Grab my fucking pigskins,” Ami screamed over her shoulder.

Without hesitation, Ami opened the door, extended her arm, and took aim.

“
Run motherfucker
,” Ami whispered as she looked down the barrel of the pistol.

“Fuck it, you’re gonna die anyways,” she said softly.

And she pulled the trigger.