FIFTY-SEVEN
Nathan went past the door. Another man paused to point a g*n into the laundry, before he kept going. Silently, he followed Nathan.
I slid down from the dryer to the floor, as quietly as I could. I clicked the safety off my g*n, knowing what I had to do. Nathan had already reached the toilet, with the mystery man still a few steps behind him.
I grabbed the guy's shoulder, sticking the g*n into his neck. I hissed at him to drop his weapon. He leaned down to place it on the hall rug and I kicked it, sending it spinning across the laundry floor. He even stuck his hands in the air. I couldn't see over his shoulder or his raised hands – I was too short. "Tell him he's been followed," I hissed.
"You missed one," the man squeaked out. He jerked his head a little behind him.
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