My finger was already on the revolver's grip, but it was too little too late. I cursed myself for taking my sweet time to make a move. Now all I could do was play along.

"Wh-- What are you talking about?"

I noticed with an odd sense of pride that the violation of old William's classic stung. With my hands trembling in the air I was really living the role. Heck, I expected my inner monologue to burst into terrified rambling any second now.

"Take the money, take-- Take everything, just please, p-please just don't kill me, don't kill me!"