"He killed them." Neville told her, barely above a whisper. "The other man, the new one, he just – he shot them. Execution style. Didn't even blink." He swallowed heavily, the lump in his throat bobbing helplessly. As trapped in the recollection as he was. "I knew that was the moment I was probably as good as dead. That's when I – Well – Let's just say that I don't think the other man expected me to put up a fight."