Wyatt - 06 - The Fallout Page 20
by Garry Disher
Wyatt watched. He saw Steer topple onto his side, stretch, arch his back, and apparently die. Hed been gut shot. The blood had seeped into his clothing, darkening a huge area around his waist. Wyatt wondered about that. He put it down to a lucky shot through the bedroom door. He felt tired. He heard whispering footfalls in the grass, possibly the wind, and lay himself on the damp, rotting leaves to wait for Liz Redding, or possibly sleep, to claim him.