When a crisis erupts – take a deep breath.
a bullet seared Hugo’s temple, crazing the windshield as he ducked and whipped the car into a left turn.
“Okay. The man I saw hanged just now. I wanted him dead. I feel sure he killed my husband over a crown.”
“No way. I never want to see that animal murdering, crazy scumbag again — unless I’m going to his cabin to kill him!”