and tasted blood. He unzipped his coat enough to reach under his sweatshirt and carefully pressed the record button on the micro-cassette. It was time.
He’d only been to Orson’s once and then just to slip a report from Lieutenant Kierny under his door. Denny got out of the car, entered the lobby and rode the elevator to the third floor. He walked down the quiet hallway, noticing the glass-encased fire extinguisher, the methodically spaced ceiling smoke detectors, their red status lights glowing. He swallowed hard and felt for the pistol in the back of his jeans. He looked around and then pulled the gun, pushed off the safety, put it in the right front pocket of his coat and kept his hand on it, finger on the trigger. He grimaced as he,…show more content…
But he had to know more. “Why? Why’d you do it?”
“Why?” Orson raised an eyebrow. “Well, ‘why not?’ might be a better question.”
Denny raised the pistol. “Tell me or I swear I’ll put a bullet in your forehead.”
“You know what, Denny, that’s the difference between you and me,” Orson said nodding, relaxed as ever. “You don’t know how to take advantage of an opportunity—and I do.”
Denny scowled. “What are you talking about?”
Orson crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay, for instance, you just had your chance to shoot me—I gave it to you!—and you didn’t take it.” He frowned. “And forever you’ve had the chance to return my love and you missed that too.”
Orson laughed. “But yeah, the window for that opportunity has closed, as well, and now you’re on your own.”
“You’re evil. You killed Brig too.”
“No, no,” Orson said, shaking his head with a laugh. “I think you did. And as a matter of fact, I changed my mind—I think you killed Rashida too. At least that’s what I’m going to tell my friend, Detective Washington.”
Denny shook his head. He couldn’t think. “You’re gonna pay for this.”
“Nope.” Orson walked a few steps to a French table under a mirror. “You’re going to.”
“Stop right there, Orson, or I swear to God I’ll shoot you!” Denny brandished the pistol.
Orson opened a drawer in the table and took out a black revolver. He turned it on Denny. “Yeah, that’s how it happened, Denny.” He pulled the gun’s hammer back. “You