There was a gunshot-Edwina tumbled down the stairs. The man dropped the pistol from his gloved hand and ran for the car. Alice saw him and ran as well. She had left the engine running. They sped off into the darkness. The old Buick peeled rubber at the curve. """"What have you done Kenny?"""" He was ashen and shaking. | The Flycatcher by F. Eugene Barber, Paperback | Indigo Chapters