Seven
He had finally convinced me. They were coming after me, but my only reaction was one of anger. All through this case someone had been trying to use me as a clay pigeon and I was getting tired of it. I took the g*n from my shoulder holster and slipped the safety catch off. Then I put it back.
“There are five of them, maybe more,” Jimmy Shan said at my shoulder, “and we are only two. It would be better to continue.”
He was right again. Reluctantly, I walked ahead toward the car. We had almost reached it when Jimmy stopped me. “It’s as I thought,” he said. “Look.”
I glanced in the direction he was pointing. There was my car, and near it there were two men. “Maybe they just happen to be standing there,” I said.
“No. I know one of the men, but not the other. We will go this way.” He
