Being cornered by the popo as he was, Lemora, the notorious thief, well known by the people of Los Cabos as 'Night wind', couldn't do anything but watch as the bullet came and entered between his eyes brow. The blood oozed out, daubing his sweated forehead with bright crimson blood, marking a perfect red dot, the one put on by Hindu women in India.
It was a strange experience, an odd amalgam of fright and excitement. Of course, painful too. However, the pain didn't last long. Just for a couple of winks and the cacophony of cops died away.
A deep silence engulfed Lemora as he watched his body hit the floor. His empty handgun fell out of his hand.
Shocked and bewildered, Lemora, who had prepared himself to wake up only in inferno to the howls of Lucifer, looked at his fallen body and then at his wispy soul. It was of his height, glowing like the dying embers.
What the hell it was!
