"Did you go to see Fitzgerald?" Dean asked. Cynthia looked over at her husband, still unaware of Fitzgerald's death.
"Yes," Westlake answered. "He called me an old fool. He was drunk."
There was a sound, perhaps a foot fall, not behind them, but ahead. It was nearly imperceptible. Both Deans heard it but the old man appeared not to have noticed. He raised his gun. "I never meant to hurt anyone," he said. There was a deafening roar that echoed throughout the cavern. It nearly covered Cynthia's scream as blood spurted from Brandon Westlake's chest.