Oliver ducked back into the cab. Slowly pulled the door close. Maybe they hadn’t seen him. f**k. At least the truck was still running. All he had to do was put it into gear and he could take them all out, Dennis included. What luck! It would take away from the pleasure of seeing the guy face down in his own piss, of watching his brains plop into the lake, but it would have to do. Nurse Smith would understand. Dennis ate like a pig. Maybe she’d even raise his rations for saving food. He put the rifle on the seat, stretched his legs out to reach the pedals, and was just about to disengage the valve and put the truck in gear when the passenger side door was ripped open and he felt a gun press against his temple.
“Hands off the stick.”
He did as he was told, letting his eyes wander to the ri
