Drags his gun across the hollow of my cheek. I swallow hard and it's not just for the deadly weapon The observation is ardent, as if it were evaluating and contemplating whether to spend a bullet on me If I want to get out of this alive, I have to be smart "I'll pretend I haven't seen anything" "Will you do it now?" His tone is not mocking, but it suggests that he believes in nothing. word of what I say