Leo looked at the gun. Then at Darius’s body. Then at the Dealer.
The sound was no different. But her exhale was a shudder. One down. Two safe.
“I know,” Leo said.
“Round three,” he said. “You’re the only player left. You pull until you get a hot one or run out of cold. House rules.”
Leo sat alone. Across from the Dealer. Between two corpses.
Marta took it. Two hot shells. Eleven left. She put it to her temple again.
Leo closed his eyes. The steel was cold against his jaw. His breath came in short, wet gasps. He pulled the trigger.
She passed it to Darius.
Click.
Blocked Drains Canterbury