Elsewhere in the Los Angeles hills, three more gunshots were unheard and unregarded. Greg decided he had nothing to say to his father before the trigger was pulled and waited for his father to put the key in the front door. He stepped forward from the shadows. A shot in the back of the neck was followed by a shot in the skull. "Fucking traitor," Greg whispered into the night and resisted the urge to spit on his father's corpse.