She had missed again but how was that even possible? The bullet had lodged into his head after breaking through his mask. There was no body nor blood anywhere to indicate that he had dropped dead. Sighing, she let herself slip down with her back on the wet, brick wall. She was till holding the damn mask in her hand and she had the urge to throw it away but she knew better than that. "I'm sorry love," she whispered to no one in particular. "Maybe next time." ®️Book 1 of the «One The Count Of Four» series