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He raised the gun until the barrel was pointing at my face

My mind becah theht, until finally a stillness settled in me, the screen empty I closed my eyes and braced myself for the impact of bullets

Another shout

"Hey"

I opened un still pointed at er’s prone body, her Glock cradled in his two hands He was sighting down the barrel

"Don’t shoot me," Testen cried

Schroeder killed him anyway

It happened in slowlike he was about to spring into a dive The bullets--there were four of thehtened hih him, and a spray of blood splattered both the snow and me The force of the bullets lifted Coach up and away His ars, and when he splashed backward into the snow and caels

Anext to lanced at Coach Testen’s body for a moment, then back at runted "het excited about

"How you doin’, pal?" he asked as he helped me to my feet

"Is he dead?"

"If he’s not, he never will be Are you all right?"

I heard hiht or not I felt , yet that could have just as easily been the cold I was so very cold I stared at Testen’s body, couldn’t seeh or cry or what? my inner voice asked

"McKenzie? Look at ht?" Schroeder repeated

"It was just a walk in the park, Greg"