No one in here. He moved through it. He recognized how important time was—those guys out in the hall were going to be here any second.
He passed an alcove on his left, almost like a closet.
A gun appeared there. He saw it in his peripheral vision, saw it and didn’t really see it. He spun, too late.
The black man had hidden inside the alcove—a clever spot. It was amazing that he could even wedge himself in there. He put the gun to Luke’s head. Luke reached for it. He was half a second too late.
The man pulled the trigger.
Click.
Nothing happened.
The guy was a kid, maybe twenty-five years old. At most. His face had barely seen a razor. His eyes were hard, but they were lying eyes.
The kid pulled the trigger again.
Click.
What was this, training day?
Luke shook his head, then poin
