XII. Escape
A cocktail of emotions was roiling inside Brian Mayhew’s mind. Grim satisfaction that Rick Santerna was dead and that Megan and Kayla had finally been avenged, mixed with pure anger that he hadn’t been the one to pull the trigger, hadn’t been the one to strike the killing blow, mixed with a pervasive sense of emptiness, for what did he have to left live for now that the one loose thread in his life had been severed.
Though that last question would be moot, if he stayed here any longer. Because now the Arena had been cast into pandemonium, heads would roll on Maciste. And Mayhew was only too aware that he was a ready-made scapegoat, even though he had nothing whatsoever to do with all this. But he hated Santerna and had made no secret out of the fact that he hated the man eith
