A series of twists and turns and then a steep flight of stairs. Claire’s escort took her hand, placed it on the stair’s railing and she followed it down. The air was cooler and more musty-smelling than the floor above. The wooden treads creaked and moaned. When the blindfold was removed, she stood next to the man from Charlie’s pawn shop. He wore a gray sports coat over a black shirt and pants. His hair pulled back in a ponytail, he reminded her a little of a villain from a Bruce Willis movie.
A series of twists and They stood at one end of a shooting range. It was long, narrow, and poorly lit except at the far end where a silhouetted human torso stared back at her under bright lights. The ponytail man handed her a pistol and began his instruction in a calm, professorial tone. He explaine
