No Exit by Taylor Adams 2

meaningless to him; you might as well attempt to negotiate
with a virus. But she fell apart and told him anyway, the entire
room falling silent, her voice a fractured whisper: “In the snow
… outside the restroom window. That’s where I threw them.”
Ashley nodded. He glanced at Lars, then Jay. Then back at
her, his lips curling into a boyish grin. “Thank you, Darbs. I
knew you’d come through,” he said, raising the nail gun to
Ed’s forehead anyway.
THWUMP.