“You want it now?”
Stone gave a rare smile but didn’t take his eyes, or the barrel of his gun, off the crowd. “She sounds like a real beauty. Just hold onto it for me till Deputy Maggie Creel gets here and I’ll have a proper look at the weapon. Shouldn’t be much longer.”
To be fair, he doubted the gunner would have run in here. It would be suicide. But then he wasn’t being paid to think. He was being paid to do his job-no more and no less.
There was a knock on the door followed by a shout. Whoever it was, he didn’t sound like Maggie or Stockholm. He nodded a warning towards Hannibal, hoping the man would understand the message. Keep an eye on the crowd.
Stone moved to the side of the door and levelled his gun at the entrance before shouting, “Enter!”
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