“In my memories and my nightmares, and I pray to God it won’t be the last thing I think about when I draw my final breath.” Larsen pursed his lips, glanced at the sky, then shook his head. “I’m so sorry, Tony—” his voice sounded pained “—but it actually will be.” With practiced ease, he lifted a gloved hand, drew his gun, and shot Tony in the head.
Omg nooo ! I knew this was happening but I hoped they could escape it.
