Something was wrong, and it wasn't me. Clarence was too good at this. Too good at pretending. I didn't want to burn powder on the guy - I had plans. Then again, I didn't know how much good bumping gums with him would do.
I moved behind the counter because I had to make sure. A bruno doesn't just leave his gun behind even when he drops off the charts, and good pea-shooters are expensive.
There it was.
A Smith & Wesson P.38, fitted out with a walnut handle all the way from California. Yeah, it was his, all right. No one else would've shelled out that much dough for a grip that durable, except maybe me.
"You wanna stop screwin' around?"
I lifted the Walther up and snapped open the chamber, letting the lead fall to the floor.
"I know it's you, you sonuvabitch. No other dropper has a piece that nice."
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I moved behind the counter because I had to make sure. A bruno doesn't just leave his gun behind even when he drops off the charts, and good pea-shooters are expensive.
There it was.
A Smith & Wesson P.38, fitted out with a walnut handle all the way from California. Yeah, it was his, all right. No one else would've shelled out that much dough for a grip that durable, except maybe me.
"You wanna stop screwin' around?"
I lifted the Walther up and snapped open the chamber, letting the lead fall to the floor.
"I know it's you, you sonuvabitch. No other dropper has a piece that nice."