Gav couldn’t decide what gave him more solace; the pistol in his right coat pocket or the bottle of poison in his left.
‘I’ll tell you something brother. You are not smart, you are a coward!’
* * * * *
Someone in the car shouted, ‘Fool, you are going the wrong way, reverse and go back down the Applequai.’
What is the driver doing?
There was a crunching of gears, then the engine went silent as the car stalled.
Gav stood motionless, his heart thudding so loudly he thought people nearby must hear it. He stared at the scene in front of him for what seemed minutes but must have only been seconds. It took every ounce of his will to keep his hand in his right coat pocket and not just fold his arms and pretend he was just another spectator.
‘Hurry man!’ said the person from the car.
Immortality was at hand.
Gav gripped the Browning with trembling fingers. The crowd pressed in on him. He looked at his watch, the crowd, the church, and then directly into the startled face of the Archduke.
He stepped out onto the roadway and raised his right arm.