I stopped him as he exited my front door and walked out onto the sidewalk. My disguise as a priest gave my question the necessary credibility.
“You know your Bible?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied, his face a blank.
“You knew my wife, didn’t you?”
“Ah…? Oh!”
The blank twisted into a mask of terror as he stared at the barrel of my gun.
He fell, blood pouring from his skull into the gutter. I dashed into the house with one more bullet and the airplane ticket I had bought earlier that morning.
“You know your Bible?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied, his face a blank.
“You knew my wife, didn’t you?”
“Ah…? Oh!”
The blank twisted into a mask of terror as he stared at the barrel of my gun.
He fell, blood pouring from his skull into the gutter. I dashed into the house with one more bullet and the airplane ticket I had bought earlier that morning.
