Chapter 50

Jon swiveled at the muffled scream from where Ruth had been behind the desk. Quentin Malone, county magistrate, had Ruth in his grip. They leaned against the back wall. He stood not five feet away from them. He stepped closer.

"You'd best stay where you are!" A strange woman's voice rang out. Then a man's voice, "Mother, stop! Don't make me do it this way."

"Fool!" the woman's voice screeched. "Can't do anything without losing it."

Jon saw the gun and froze. "Mr. Malone, you can't get away."

"No?" Malone, of the distinct penguinesque nose, held the gun under Ruth's ear with one hand and gripped her tightly in a strangle hold with the other. "Looks like we have you all where we want you."

For all his training, Jon could do nothing against bullets. "You don't have to do this. We can help you."

Malone jerked Ruth around like a rag doll. The metal gun barrel clicked against an earring. "Bullets enough for all. Who first?"