Chapter 14: The Wait

I didn’t know if my best friend in the whole world had just ratted me out—I might look out the window to see a string of flashing lights descending on the house. But I was too tired to run, so I sat there at his breakfast bar and waited, not really believing that he would sell me out, but who can ever know? I refilled my coffee cup, my hands trembling, and sat back down.

As I waited, I thought about my career, especially the last ten years as an executioner. These thoughts had been flooding my...