He sneered.

"Or what? Or you'll kill me?"

A cackle rattled from his throat. Part of him wanted her to shoot. He longed for a burning wound that he could latch on to and define as real. Nothing else seemed real these days. Fantasy and reality were flowing into each other nonstop and it was not funny anymore.

"Then do it, officer."

He braced himself, giving her a clear shot. "Put a bullet in this wicked old noggin."