“I don"t want to have to ask a fourth time, so please place the Name on the floor and back away.” Saint Claire raised his arm and took more careful aim.
“Perhaps you had better do as he says,” McEwan said, feeling impotent and foolish. This was his fault, after all. Kate shot him a baleful glance and cradled the delta in her arms.
“Detective McEwan is showing some sense. You should take his advice. Or maybe you would prefer I shot him instead?”
The arm turned towards McEwan and he caught the barrel"s stare. He found himself staring into an Abyss. Guns had been pointed at him before. He was so inured to it he wasn"t afraid. Instead he was aware of how final such staring matches could be. For once it felt like he had something to lose. McEwan wondered briefly how Saint Claire knew who he
