And then suddenly Reny went into action. He reached for his arm and whirled around, twisting it behind the man’s back and then pinned him to the floor. “Take it off. Take the fuckin’ thing off!”
* * * *
Ric’s eyes widened when he saw Reny take charge of the situation, whirl Dumas around, and begin clawing at his face. When Ric saw him tear Dumas’s face off, he yelled out, “Oh, my God! What…my God…what…”
“It’s Piff, Ric!” Reny yelled as he pulled a gun that Ric didn’t know he was carrying from inside his jacket.
“What? Piff? But Piff is dead!”
With that Reny pulled Piff up from the floor, kept the gun stuck in his ribs, and began talking. “I found out that Piff was only wounded that night. We didn’t examine the body after he was shot, so he played possum, letting us think he was dead. He’s been hiding out while he planned this little farce…”
“What…my God, where’s Dumas? Was that him at the…”