Chapter SeventeenI raise my gun, projecting a bravado I don’t feel. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
They stop so suddenly their claws leave tracks in the concrete.
The bigger one howls and shows me her teeth.
“This is a .44 Magnum,” I say in my best Clint Eastwood impersonation. “It will blow your head clean off. They’ll have to have a closed casket funeral.” I have no idea if what I said is factually true, but it sounds cold-blooded, which is the goal.
The smallest creature whimpers.
My plan is working.
“Now.” I show them the single bullet in my hand. “We’re going to play a little game.”
Before they can react, I proceed with the riskiest part of the plan.
I slide the cylinder out, showing them it’s empty.
If they were Special Forces, they would’ve charged me right then and th
