KADE
On the table laid a naked gun.
I looked at Ren. The short guy didn't seem disturbed at all. Though I wondered if he had seen the gun resting on the table.
The person on the other end had a hood on, dealing cards aimlessly because there was no one to play with.
It was when Ren pointed a hand in the direction of the hooded man that I knew it had been a mistake coming to look for the hotel manager.
Well, I had some pride in me and I tried not to look too flustered. After all, they couldn't kill me in a VIP section. We were not even the only ones in there.
I stopped at the table, my eyes on the gun, then on the hooded man's hands. There was something strange about them. Too delicate, too clean. They didn't look like a man's hands.
"What is this about?" I asked, turning to loo
