Chapter NineHearing the door to his study closing, Bull turned on the landing light and checked that the doors to his kids' bedrooms were closed, exposing the automatic pistol hidden under his arm.
Descending the stairs into the hallway, he turned the door handle and pushed it open, raising the pistol to cover the intruder.
Glancing up from behind the antique desk, Forrest raised the glass of whiskey and grinned, seeing the gun aimed at his feet resting on the desk. “Is that the way you treat all your guests?”
Lowering the gun, Bull laughed as he closed the door behind him. “Have you heard of a little gadget called the door bell?”
Drinking the whiskey, Forrest removed his crossed legs from the desk and sprang onto his feet. “The weather report said we were going to have snow.”
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