The last remark chilled Jill to the bone. Her mind was racing. What did she have here? It was a confession from a killer. The man she once thought she was in love with was a murderer. This was no protector of the public; he was as bad as her uncle. If he was telling her the truth, it must mean she was in danger again...no way Jack. She reached slowly for her purse on the seat beside her. She fumbled with the clasp to get to her revolver. Her hand closed on the metal. Slowly she pulled the weapon free, put it level under the table, and pulled the trigger.
