Lash is dead.
Jim shot him.
He’s dead.
I know he’s dead.
Jim wouldn’t lie.
So why am I here? Looking at the body.
Making sure.
Jim doesn’t know. Dan said he wouldn’t
tell him.
Lash is dead.
He can’t be me. Can’t be anyone.
Not anymore.
Jim will be angry if he finds me here.
But I had to be sure. Really sure.
No doubts.
Jim wouldn’t have lied. I know that.
But… I just had to be sure.