![]() ![]() At the time, his wife had suggested to Stoddard that Danielle had probably bought the ugly red purse to match her car. When he and Darlene had seen her getting into her new car in the grocery store parking lot, Danielle had been carrying that same handbag. His vision blurry, he watched as her gloved hand slipped the pistol into the red purse hanging from her shoulder. Please…help me… Overwhelmed with pain, he felt the room spin. You’re going to pay for what you did to my friend. There’s no way I’m going to let your high-priced attorney get you off. Unable to suppress his plea, he moaned, Help me… That one hit his right knee and sent him tumbling to the floor. But then he looked down and saw the blood spilling from his belly. The first shot sounded like a car backfiring, and for an instant he thought the blast had come from outside. If asked, he would explain he was stunned, surprised to find her in his house, aiming a. ![]() It oozed out, slipping between his fingers, soaking the white living room carpet in a warm puddle of red. Clasping his right hand over the bullet hole in his gut, Stoddard Gusarov couldn’t stop the blood. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |