‘There’s no time for right or wrong,’ I said.

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.

People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy.