With dramatic and painful slowness, the door swung open.
There, filling the doorway with his massive frame, stood Grüber.
Daniel staggered backwards, terror gripping him, making breathing difficult. Grüber shaking his head, struck out his right hand, holding it up in an offer of friendship. Friendship? “It is all right, Daniel,” he said. He seemed apprehensive about something, glancing down the hallway, then back again. But Daniel had no intention of waiting around to find out what he wanted. He"d seen Grüber coming out of the boathouse, and later that night, Rex had died – on the lake, murdered! And now, the same man, the same killer wanted to execute him.
killerDaniel never imagined he would stand in a room with a cold-blooded killer. Putting his head down, he followed out his plan of
