11:35 p.m.
11:35 p.m.11:35 p.m.Larry Smith’s living room
Larry Smith’s living roomLarry Smith’s living roomThe man holding the .45 sat statue-still across the coffee table. Larry calculated his chances of making it to the 9mm on the end table. One percent, he decided, and that was being generous. The Walther .22 was in the bedroom, in the case, next to the dresser. Loaded and ready to go. What if he leapt from the couch, ran across the room and made it to the gun without getting shot? Less than one percent. Larry wasn’t much of a leaper, not much of a sprinter, either. Better to try and stall for time.
The man holding the “Tell me about the two guys,” Larry prompted.
Darren returned to the moment, speaking in a conversational tone. “Yesterday afternoon, I watched them get off the ferry
