Suddenly, with both hands she raised and aimed the nine millimeter semi-automatic. “If it weren’t for men like you, my sister Jennifer Wilson would still be alive today.”
“Put the gun down,” he ordered. “You can’t honestly think you’ll get away with this, do you?”
“Get away with what? Killing you? Maybe not. Then again, you did, you got away with murder….proving it can be done. Hell, you think you’re getting away with murder now…with her,” pointing the gun at the still form on the table.
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