Death of a HeroChapter 9
Steele drove to the Old South Inn and backed his pickup truck in front of his room. He showered and changed before removing his Glock from the hidden compartment in his suitcase and tucking it into the front of his pants under his shirt. As he strolled toward the inn’s main entrance, a few cars whizzed by on the road, but the parking lot was quiet. He glanced through the window into the bar, but it was closed that time of day and empty. He continued on to the lobby. Bufford was where he...