Chapter 77

Despite trying his best to avoid it, Mark let himself act and one of the employees of the man that he owed money was the victim of his decision.

Slowly, the man that Mark had attacked felt the impact of the blow throughout the length of his arm, jarring his flesh slightly as he tried to regain balance and compose himself properly.

Meanwhile, Mark’s hand stopped in mid-air, at the point where the metal of the gun had met the bone of the skull of the man he had attacked. His hand stopped, frozen, still, as though again about to lift and descend.

In the instant, almost of the blow being struck, the man he attacked emitted something like a soft cough; his wallet fell down and then he struggled to catch his breath.

Mark watched, breathing slowly and then quickly as the man fell away from him, on his face, like a man falling soundlessly in a deep dream. Was he dead? Was the man dead?

Mark was aware of the clicking sound of the metal against the bone of the sk