Chapter 13
Frank, Horace, and Yvonne sat and stared. Frank wanted to act first, even though he wasn’t sure how he should.
“Who are you, Boris?” he asked. “That’s not the sort of thing most pimps or dealers usually bother finding out.”
Boris smiled. “Indeed not, Mr. Powers. Please, come.” He opened his jacket, revealing a dull gray semi-automatic in a shoulder holster. “Remove my gun. Then you may relax a little.”
Frank had to admit the guy had guts. Still, if Boris trusted him to take his gun, Frank had to trust Boris not to pop his head off when he got close enough.
“Okay,” he said, then stood and raised the barrel of his own gun slightly. “No tricks, now.” He leaned forward, and plucked the gun from the holster.
“Now you are armed and I am not,” Boris said. He walked slowly to the
