the rosary

Stan shot Harrison in the left bicep..
on the 2nd floor stairwell,
as Stan fell forward,
face first,
down the flight of stairs..
the back of Stan's head crushed in the shape of the fire extinguisher..
the bullet piercing Harrison's arm through had bounced off of something,
it was not a direct hit..
Stan also shot himself in the femur, hitting an artery,
so he died from the blow to the head or the bullet,
however, Stan would no longer play a role..
Harrison walked through the lobby,
Cara ran to him..
"Everything is ok sweetie, let's get out of here."
"What about your arm, you're bleeding!"
Outside the hotel he gave her the keys to his truck..
it was parked in the garage across the street..
she ran to get it..
she pulled up and got out..
"Do you have a t-shirt in your backpack?"
She found one and he tied off his arm.
He got in the driver's side and they headed toward I-55 North.
"We are going home."
"Are they going to come after you?"
"Maybe not, at least not anytime soon."
The death of Stan would send a message to the group.
Harrison knew how things worked,
they would lay low after the loss of their top hit man..
Harrison hoped against hope that he was wrong about Joe..
but if Joe was dead, this may appease them for good...
It was midnight when they crossed Lake Pontchartrain..
the moon reflected off the endless stretch of black water..
Cara slept with her head on the middle console curled up in the fetal position..
her rosary dangling from her left hand..
he set the cruise control on 75 and reached for the rosary.

the end..( for now)

wkm
Oxford