16
It All Comes Out in the Wash
I froze. It was actually the first time I’d ever seen a gun in person, since I’d never had any desire to go shooting for recreation, and I generally didn’t hang out in the sorts of places where guns were brandished on a regular basis.
And yet, here I was.
The gun itself was shiny, with a longish barrel. The opening at the end of that barrel looked big enough to swallow me whole.
“You really don’t have to do that,” I said, my voice all breathy and tight, not at all like my own. “I won’t tell anyone.”
Al’s shoulders lifted infinitesimally. He wore that same almost sad expression. “I’d like to believe that, but since you’ve already helped track down two murderers, I don’t have much reason to believe you wouldn’t do the same to me.”
Fair point. Still, I c
