She aimed it at me as she backed toward the door. As Frank got up, he watched what I saw. Mandy took a lipstick tube from somewhere and scrawled something in red across the silver barrel, and put the gun to her temple. She sighed, leaned her head back, smiled, and put a bullet in her head.
Frank took a step backward, took a breath, and walked toward her. He took the gun from her long fingers, and read the elegant cursive. He read it quietly.
“I win.”
“Win what?” I asked.
Suddenly there was a huge bang.