Chapter Twenty-Seven
My ears still ringing, I stared warily at Danita through the curling gun smoke. “Easy, lady,” I said. “You did that in front of the cops.” She looked from the lump on the floor that had been Rudy Ace, to me, then to Wenders standing stunned beside me. She stood and smiled.
The suburban patrol, in one startled if understandably delayed move, drew their weapons. I threw a hand up for calm all around. It's not that I thought I was in charge, I wasn't. Neither was I horrified at the thought of the rich widow being put down, though that would have been a shame. But I didn't want the too-close quarters turned into a circular firing squad. “If you're done, Mrs. Callicoat,” I said, reaching slowly for her shooting hand. “I'll take that for you.”
She spun the gun, dangling i
