Page 143 of Make It Out Alive
“Good.” He paused, saw the van pull up to the side entrance.
“What are you planning, Garrett?”
“Take care of yourself, Kara.”
“Gar—”
He ended the call and tossed the phone into the trash can. He rose, shuffled along the pathway, head down, hand clutched around the gun in the paper bag.
People saw what they wanted to see. They saw a drunk bum, or they looked right through him.
The side of the van opened.
He continued to shuffle forward. Slowly. Don’t attract attention.
Two corrections officers escorted Audrey from the van to the side entrance of the courthouse. They barely noticed him.
“Audrey,” he said, not raising his voice.
She heard him. Recognized him.
He fired three bullets at her, making sure one hit her in the head. In case she was wearing a vest.
He dropped the gun and fell to his knees, hands up before the officers had unholstered their weapons. Audrey lay bleeding only feet from him. Half her beautiful face was gone, showing the ugly underneath the surface.
He smiled.
Game over, Audrey.
I won.
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