Let Space Be Your Coffin

On his way to the rocket hangars, Bert stared into the red sunset. It seemed to bathe the launching cradles in a fiery pool of blood. And his own blood pounded as he walked from the operations office building. You fool! he swore inwardly. You could have killed him tonight and made it look like an accident—but you had to make a scene.... Now Carol knows how you feel.... You've spoiled your plan.... He'll be on guard now.... You stupid fool!