Never once in his life had Henry thought it’d be better not to speak, because there wasn’t ever anything Henry wanted to say that shouldn’t be said. Everything came out with a purpose, and Henry didn’t have any targets. He sprayed bullets indiscriminately, just with the intent to kill.
But for once, he thought, he’d better be careful.
“The evening’s the best part of the day. You’ve done your day’s work. Now you can put your feet up and enjoy it.”
//The Bowers gang and their evening routine.//