The footsteps drew closer, faint, then louder as they drew near. I held my breath, trying hard not to breathe. Then the question rose in my mind again. Could I kill if I had to? As I was thinking, not more than a few seconds, the door opened slightly. The pace of my heart quickened as a dark figure slowly entered the room. The figure took a slow, careful step then another until it was several feet in front of Brolin. And in Brolin's hand, I saw the gleam of a butcher knife. The door ...