Painfully, and at my hand." His muscles were strained, fists clenched, and his face was flushed.I shook my head and took his hand in mine. "Uh-uh, lov...r. Careful. Don't become what you despise." But..." She's right, little brother," Sara said and took his other hand."He's not completely wrong, either," my normally gentle father said with steel in his expression, mirroring his thoughts. "Melville must die, but by his own hand, or at the instigation of one or more of his sick assassins or other. With a shotgun careful aiming is not required. Buckshot made a bloody mess out of the gunslinger's chest.Knowing the noise would be heard at the house, Jake ran to the front door. He kicked it open, and crouching as low as he could, he poked his head and his shotgun in.Jake had earlier observed the hands going out in various directions. He expected the house to contain only Turner, his wife, or possibly a servant.He was in luck. Turner himself, based on Alice's description stood a bit to the. ’ Jack huffed and squeezed past the man. He came down the stairs, where Mia and Mandy were cheerfully talking about the best flowers for a wedding bouquet. ‘I hate to interrupt, but our room doesn’t seem to have a bathroom.’ Mia’s jaw dropped. ‘What?’ Mandy gave a dismissive wave of her hand. ‘There’s nobody else staying here this week. The bathroom is practically your own.’ ‘I also didn’t see a TV set in our room, or any sockets, for that matter. Do we have internet and cable?’ ‘Of course you. Saying the bike has some mechanical problem, to carry two passengers. The real reason was, I was scared to ride the bike with a passenger, especially Lisa. I already lost someone close to me in an accident which was my fault. I wanted so much to tell her the reason, but I was scared I would lose her if she knew about my past.It was on a warm Sunday afternoon in late August, Lisa and I decided not to go anywhere far this weekend. Making some sandwiches, we decided to have a picnic at River Lea..