It seemed absurd to be sitting here discussing their potential death as if they were planning for dinner the next night, but it had always been absurd for him - he didn't really want Tatiana, not to the same degree Macmillan wanted her, but he'd made this bed so he could lie in it - or in his grave, if it came to that. "And if neither of us lands a shot?" he asked, unimpressed. "No, I think it's best we shoot to first shot. That way the winner is clear."
