The Collector
Solid footfalls stopping outside the hotel room door. A shadow blocking the light from the weak hallway bulb. My whiskey soaked breath making me sick. ESPN on the cheap TV, replaying the final highlights of the game again and again.
Showing the buzzer beater. The impossible shot. The one chance in a million.
The money.
Gone.
A single knock at the door. No need to ask who it is. No strength in my legs to open it.
No matter.
A rustle of clothing. A soft click as the safety is switched from on to off.
It will all be over soon.
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