The man called "Haysoos" grinned wickedly. "Judgment day, preacher man," he said. "Tell me where the money is, or you ain't gonna make it home. Then I will go get your pretty blond wife. And your daughter, too, preacher man. Now tell me where the money is, or I'll tell you what I'm going to do to both of them."
Titus grabbed the still-new gun and raised it, steadying his shaking hand on the top of the open car door. "Just stop right there I've got a gun."
Surprise etched the other's face. His hand darted inside his own jacket. Fear gripped Titus. He jerked. His gun discharged. Panic seized him. He squeezed the trigger again and again.
How had things come to this? How could he, a devout and sincere man of God be involved in a shoot-out with a member of a drug gang, on a lonely road? How could he have done any of the things he had done in the past month?