Dead Man Walking
“‘Right now!’ The villagers jerked to life again, dashing down Truscott Drive to The Witch’s Kettle. Lucy unlocked the door, and, despite Gemma’s advice that everyone take it easy and try to stay calm, the rest of them piled through in a frightened mob. Burdened with McGurk, Heck and Mary-Ellen brought up the rear. It took no more than forty seconds to get down the road and scramble inside, but Heck’s heart was jackhammering for those last few yards. Gunfire from behind felt imminent, and it was only when he heard the pub door slam closed and the bolt ram home that he allowed himself to breathe.
‘Everyone down … sit down or lie down!’ Gemma shouted to be heard over the gabbling voices. ‘Away from the windows!’ The villagers complied, while Hazel and Lucy shoved stools and tables away, so Heck and Mary-Ellen could lay McGurk on a leather-topped couch. He’d recovered sufficiently now to start pushing off hands. ‘I’m alright … you can stop fussing.’ ‘Pity you didn’t decide that at the top... of Truscott Drive,’ Heck said, rubbing his shoulder.MoreLess
‘Everyone down … sit down or lie down!’ Gemma shouted to be heard over the gabbling voices. ‘Away from the windows!’ The villagers complied, while Hazel and Lucy shoved stools and tables away, so Heck and Mary-Ellen could lay McGurk on a leather-topped couch. He’d recovered sufficiently now to start pushing off hands. ‘I’m alright … you can stop fussing.’ ‘Pity you didn’t decide that at the top... of Truscott Drive,’ Heck said, rubbing his shoulder.MoreLess
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