Sutton wrinkled his brow. "I've already written it," he said, "without your help or counsel…and without your editing. Now, if I did it a second time, and wrote it the way you wanted, there would be complications."
"None," said Case, "we couldn't overcome. Nothing that could not be explained quite satisfactorily."
"And now that you're going to kill me, there'll be no book at all. How will you handle that?"
Case frowned. "It will be difficult," he said, "and unfortunate…unfortunate for many people. But we'll work it out somehow."
He raised the gun again.
"Sure you won't change your mind?" he asked.
Sutton shook his head.
They won't shoot, he told himself, It's a bluff. The deck is cold and…
Case pulled the trigger.
A mighty force, like a striking fist, slammed into Sutton's body and shoved him back so hard that the chair tilted and then slued around, yawing like a ship caught in magnetic stresses.