Two
For a minute we stared at each other, neither of us moving. The g*n continued to point steadily at me. I reached around and slowly closed the door behind me.
“I hope,” I said, “that I didn’t inconvenience you by entering without knocking.”
“No,” he said.
I walked over to my kitchenette and put down the bottle of whiskey. I turned and started to cross the room to my desk in the corner of the living room.
“No,” he said.
I stopped. “No what?” I asked.
“I cased the place,” he said. “I know you got a g*n in the bedroom and another one in the desk. I left them there, but don’t try to get one of them.”
I shrugged and turned back. “I don’t get it,” I said. “There must be some mistake.”
“You’re Milo March?”
There was little point in denying it. I nodded.
“Then there’s no mistake.”
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