I stood beside the front door, the automatic in my right hand, waiting. I had been expecting him, and I was ready.
"I'm here to take you in, Larry. For Mom's murder. Just come on out and give yourself up. We've got the whole house surrounded, so you can't possibly get away."
I nudged the door open a couple of inches.
"So you want me to come in after you, eh," my brother said, pushing the door wide open. He stepped into the room, and I placed the muzzle of my weapon against his right temple.
"I saw you put the pillow over Mom's face and kill her. You were next in line for the bulk of the estate--and you couldn't even wait till Mom died. You could have let her live another two or three months--that's all she had left."
I squeezed the trigger until I had fired all the rounds into my older brother's head and body. Then I dropped the gun and stood waiting quietly as the other agents stormed into the room and cuffed me.