“Please God,” she begged, handing him the weapon, her entire body starting to tremble. “Whoever you are, whatever you want ... don’t let this happen. Not to Donny.” Her brown eyes welled up. “Not to anyone ...”
The man just stared at her with his steely blue eyes. Then he put an arm around her and swiveled her around to gaze out the windshield, pressing the muzzle of the Glock hard against her temple, and said, “Why not?” He lowered his head next to her own so that they were practically cheek to cheek. “Why are you crying? There’s nothing to be sad about. He simply wasn’t fast enough, wasn’t strong enough. Most likely he wasn’t pure enough. The cat is doing him a huge favor, don’t you see? It will put him out of his misery; more importantly, it will render his existence useful where befor
