Lance grabs Robert’s gun and slips the bronze bullet inside. He squeezes the trigger and a loud bang echoes through the room. A thin coil of smoke rises from the gun, and the burnt smell of gunpowder fills the air. The old fisherman dives to the ground and puts his hands over his head, but Lance hasn’t shot him. Instead, he’s shot a hole in the white wall.
“Andrew Clifford is going to pay,” Lance says.
…
Andrea wakes from a nightmare and sits up in her bed. In her dream, a man with a terrible dark shadow shot a bullet straight through Andrew Clifford’s heart. Andrew fell to the ground and screamed in pain, and then his face blurred and melted and became Charles’ face.
She wipes the cold sweat from her forehead and breathes a sigh of relief. She lies back down and rolls over, surprised
