Nor does he care.
The pillar moves from man to man. The spook lifts the silenced Weatherby.227. Through the starscope the once familiar face looks like a stranger's.
The curtain masking the door to the box stirs. A shoe whispers on carpeting. A hand reaches from the darkness. The rifle barrel goes down.
The spook turns pale as he stares into another face from the past.
'Dad.'
'Michael.'
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