Chapter 13
The bullet hit the rotten step and kept going. The gun fell out of Beauvais's hand almost onto the hole. The mist snared the noise of the shot, wrapped it up, and threw it away far out in the empty night. Clive kicked the gun off toward the canal and dropped back down the stairs.
"Hold it," he said. "Just take it easy."
Beauvais held his wrist in his left hand and cursed in a flat, venomous whisper. His fingers were out of sight under his cuff. The man in the doorway had not moved or spoken.
"Ease that shiv out, Frenchy, and let it drop. Try anything and I'll blow your hand off."
Beauvais stood absolutely still. His eyes burned. The big man faded backward, just the shadow of a movement.
Clive said, "All I want from either of you is talk. I can shoot you both in the belly a
