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Chapter One

3.

 

I possibly picked the quietest moment of the gig to do it, but it wasn’t planned.  Conor was strumming his way through ‘Lua,’ filling the room with heartbreak and anticipation.  People were being moved within in an inch of their lives.

            But then I saw him.

            And I knew that it was him.

            He wasn’t supposed to be there.

            He had come for me.  As I had anticipated.  That was why I had the gun.  Just in case.  Actually, it was more than just in case – it was a near enough certainty.

            I was surprised it was him, because it didn’t quite add up.

            Conor paused for effect.

            I pulled the trigger.