Morgan and Cat walked hand-in-hand along Olivia Street, heading back to their cottage. As they walked down the darkened, residential street, they noticed someone following close behind. Morgan whispered in Cat’s ear.
“You see our tail?”
“Um hmm, saw him as we crossed Duval Street.”
“You carrying?”
“PPK in my handbag.”
“Outstanding. Let’s slow down and wait for my signal.”
They slowed their walking pace to allow the man to catch up. Morgan checked the windows of parked cars to check on the position of the tail. When their prey was close enough, Morgan squeezed Cat’s hand three times as a ‘go’ signal.
As one, the pair spun, Cat to her right, Morgan to his left. Cat drew her Walther PPK from her handbag as Morgan drew his Beretta Nano from under his blazer. They completed the spin with
