June 22, 1997 |
Maybe it was the angle of the gun. Maybe it was the way he held his head. Maybe in that dark millisecond that was to have been his last, he flinched when he squeezed the trigger. He had never flinched at the baccarat tables. When Pat Bexson summoned up the will to commit suicide on a June morning in 1995, something kept him alive to struggle on against his gambling fever. The bullet he fired into his mouth missed his brain, fragmenting in his neck.