"You don't have to do this."
"What I don't have is a choice."
"There is always a choice."
The stand-off had only been momentary, the taller of the two young women proving that her athletic figure was not just for show. Even though Maura had been shown how to use the gun numerous times the small glock had been too heavy for her shaking grip, easy to swipe away by the woman who's own weapon reacted like a fluid extension of her well sculptured limbs. All too easily she was disarmed and held back at gunpoint, with nowhere to run from the person she had always ran towards for solitude.
"Jane..."
"Don't."
"Please, Jane. Just listen to me!"
"You killed him, Maura. Fuck! We could have figured this out, told him the truth, gone on the run and-"
"He was going to kill you, Jane."
"What?"
"He knew. He knew everything, and he threatened to take your life. So I took his."