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Gun Fever – The Techniques
People often say ‘my jaw dropped’, but don’t mean it. Let me tell you, mine did. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. ‘Is that for real?’ I asked, after a moment.
‘As real as real can be,’ said Madge, with a smile. ‘It’s one of a pair.’
‘Where’s the other one?’
‘Upstairs, in my bedroom, under my pillow.’
‘Where else?’ I said. ‘I hope your cleaner doesn’t see it.’
She smiled. ‘She’s Polish. The Polish have a history of violence.’
‘Does she give it a quick once-over with a duster?’
She smiled again, then worked the slide, popped a shell into the chamber and c****d the pistol.
Her smile turned into a laugh, and I joined in. ‘Christ, you’re a b****y marvel, Madge,’ I said.
‘I try to be.’
‘Where did you get it… them?’
‘I told you my husband was in the
