A Long Walk Up the Waterslide

NOW THERE WAS ONE MURDER MAYBE I HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH, BUT IT

Excuse me, Overtime thought. I think we’ve all heard about enough.

He leaned out of the starting chamber and raised the rifle. He caught some movement from the corner of his eye and shifted the scope.

Oh, this is too good, he thought. There she is, running like a deer across a meadow. And no baseball bat. No dog.

Decisions, decisions.

Problem: So many targets, so little time.

Analysis: If you shoot her first, you’ll spook the money targets.

Consideration: Always shoot for the money. When they start dropping, she’ll freeze and you can drop her where she stands.

Decision: Get to work. Shoot for the money first, then protection, then pleasure.

Just in, just out. Professional.

Of course, there are two money targets.

“I ain’t going down alone, Hathaway,” Joey said pointedly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hathaway asked.

“It’s all on the tape, Mr. Hathaway,” Chuck said as he pulled his revolver and pointed it at Hathaway’s chest, “but we do thank you for coming today.”

“You set me up,” Hathaway accused Candy.

Graham saw his eyes glance up at the water slide.