قتل در خلیج گرگ و میش (معمای دین استیل، جلد یازدهم)

The weight of the gun pressed into his palm.People always described a gun as cold steel, but that was not what he was feeling. The metal felt warm and sweaty in his hand. The more he paced back and forth across the room, the hotter it got. It felt heavy in his grip, pulling down as he gestured through the air with the barrel. His thoughts were racing.How could she do this?How could this happen?This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.No... no, he knew what was supposed to happen. He knew what the future was supposed to look like. He’d seen it so many times. Every time he closed his eyes. Every time he drove down this street. Every time, he had to take a second to breathe because the world felt like it was closing in around him too much.