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Prologue
H i, Coach!”
Dave smiled and waved as he stepped toward John du
Pont’s silver Lincoln Town Car coming to a stop in his driveway,
“P.U. Kids” jotted in the palm of Dave’s right hand. It was my
brother’s day to pick up his two kids from school, and he had just
finished repairing his car radio with a few minutes to spare.
Du Pont, rolling down his window, didn’t return the greeting.
“You got a problem with me?” du Pont asked.
He didn’t give Dave a chance to answer.
The first hollow-point bullet from du Pont’s .44 Magnum re-
volver struck Dave’s elbow—perhaps he had raised his arms to
cover himself—and continued its spiraling path through his heart
and into his lungs.
Dave cried out in pain and lunged forward, apparently hoping
he could wrestle the gun away.
Right arm still extended, du Pont squeezed the trigger again.
The second bullet entered Dave’s stomach and did not stop until it
had exited through his back, pierced through the back window of
Dave’s car, and shattered the front windshield.
Dave crumpled face-first onto the snow-covered driveway. His
wife, who had been inside the house, started toward the front door
after the first shot.
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