Chapter 65

"Oh my goodness," she said, "you must be exceedingly careful when you press your olives."

"Estelle, I am home."

Estelle said to the two men, "That will be my husband, Richard, getting home from work."

When Richard turned the corner, he said, "Holy shit," as he reached for his gun.

"Estelle, get down."

The two men at the table did not recognize Richard Beauchamp, but they recognized a cop, when they saw a cop.

The bullets started flying, both ways. Richard was out in the open, as was Estelle. The two men hid behind the table. It did not help them, as they both fell dead, behind it. Unfortunately, so did Estelle Beauchamp, not from a bullet, but from a flying piece of glass from the shattered table. Richard was hit by four bullets. Two were serious wounds; and if his neighbor had not been an EMT, they would have ended his life. The other two bullets hit his left arm, shattering the radius b