Sundial M for Murder

Once again he checked that the gun was still wedged in the waistband of his trousers. There was nothing holding him back. Not any more. He could get up, walk down the road to where G would be holding court with his cronies and do it now. And then it would all be over and he wouldn't have to live with the terrible uncertainty any longer. "When the shadow touches that little mark..." he decided and, as if the business were now out of his hands, he relaxed.