This Dark Road To Mercy: A Novel - Plot & Excerpts
But by the time I found them in the stands he was walking up the steps away from their seats. The concourse was empty, everyone still cheering inside the stadium, the roar carrying down each tunnel where the light crossed my face and my feet hammered the cement on the way toward him. My hand reached back and cradled the gun against my waist, holding it to make certain it didn’t work itself free. He probably heard someone running down the concourse toward him and thought they were rushing back to their seats to see the celebration, but if he’d looked up instead of ducking into the bathroom at the top of the stairs he would’ve seen me bearing down on him. Wade stood in the first stall on the left, inside the empty restroom, his back to me, wiping at his shirt with toilet paper. My heart pounded in my chest and the blood surged through my body, and I felt a trail of it trickling from my nose and down onto my lips.
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