I don’t know what to say. I’m almost speechless. “That story’s not going to work,” I belt out.
Deputy Vogul pauses then asks, “Oh really? Why not?”
I rack my brain, trying to think of a loophole in her plan. What can I say now that doesn’t involve my impending death? I know enough psychology to know I need to make up a story that works out well for both of us. With the gun pointed at me I need to say something now, “Why can’t you just say I killed her? I found out she was a murderer, so I shot her. We can say I sat around the house for however long I’ve been unconscious then I’ll call the police and confess to the crime.”
Deputy Vogul shakes her head, “Doesn’t work, Andrew. Before you get locked up they’ll run some tests on you and see you were drugged and that you’re lying out of your ass. That’s all assuming you keep your mouth shut about me, which I highly doubt. Andrew, there may be a good story in there we could have used to keep you alive, but all of that’s too late now. No matter what story we come up with, I can’t trust you anymore. You’re not a good liar and during the interrogations you’ll fess up about me.” Deputy Vogul gets up, pointing the gun back at me. “I’m sorry for doing this, Andrew.”
Right before she’s about to pull the trigger, the light bulb goes off. “Wait, why can’t you just tell the truth? Abby drugged me and you came in to save the day. You’re a hero; I stay alive. We all win.”
She smiles, “You know, it took me awhile to run that scenario through my mind. It was the last thing I could think of too. With all these lies I’ve been telling over the years, the truth can sometimes be the last thing I think of. That story almost works, except why would I use your gun? I would have told the truth if the bullet could be traced to my pistol but any scenario where I get your gun and use it is too far-fetched. Again, they’re going to see there wasn’t a struggle, start asking me questions, and there’s nothing I can say that doesn’t make me look like a dirty cop.”
This time there’s no laughter. Deputy Vogul sheds a tear. “I hate this, Andrew. I really do. It should be me that has to go down, not you. You seem like a good person, but I have to look after myself and there’s no way I can do that while you’re still alive.”
Deputy Vogul takes a couple steps toward me, the gun aimed right at my face. “This story has to end with your disappearance.” Then she pulls the trigger and I see no more.
But wait, there’s more…
Afterwards
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First Printing, 2013
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