The Kings Of Cool

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Scott bends over to take the bags from the trunk.

Duane pulls the pistol from the back of his jeans and shoots him in the back of the head.

The muzzle flashes light up the car.

Duane walks around and opens the passenger door.

The pretty girl’s hands grip the dashboard, she stares straight ahead, her mouth wide open in terror.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Duane whispers in her ear. Her hair smells nice, like she just washed it with some expensive shampoo. “Just close your eyes while we get back into the car. Don’t open them until you’ve heard us drive away, okay?”

She nods, unable to speak.

Then she closes her eyes tight, like a child trying not to remember a bad dream.

Duane strokes her hair with the back of his hand.

Then he steps back and shoots her.