Chapter Twenty-Four
I spun in place giving the voice the business end of the barrel. I expected nothing but a knife from the shadows. That's all I'd gotten since slipping into the pavilion, lethal tag, creeping shadows and hurled projectiles. But this one, massive shadow and bass voice combined, was sinister in an all-too familiar way. There behind me stood Lieutenant Frank Wenders fat as life. What can I say? He'd sounded murderous to me. But then he usually did when we talked. I exhaled so loudly I sounded like a survival raft foundering, then whispered in anger, “You scared the crap out of me!”
“Yeah. Boo,” he said. He stared. “Is that a g*n you're holdin', Blake? I don't believe it. Why?”
“You'll find out if you don't get down.”
A normal human being would have hit the deck, but not
