“Turn,” Matty ordered, “and put the other loop over your left wrist.”
Quint started to, then whirled, one leg extended. His foot glanced off Matty’s hip as the man stepped backward.
“Dumb move,” Matty said angrily, firing once.
The bullet pierced the flesh on Quint’s bicep. Nothing drastic but painful enough to take his concentration off Matty momentarily. Matty hit him hard in the mouth with his fist, quickly followed by a second blow to his gut. Not my day for doing things right. That was his last thought before the barrel of Matty’s gun smacked his temple.
When Quint came to, he didn’t know how much later, he was face down on the floor, his arms restrained behind his back.
“Gotta give you points for trying.”
Quint groaned as he turned enough to see Matty seated on the sofa, his gu
