David ignored my initial shock at his suggestion of taking me to shoot guns. He simply handed me my coffee, told me that I need to be ready in 20 minutes, and left the kitchen.
I blink at the empty doorway for a good minute before the smell of the coffee in my hand brings me back to my senses.
Shooting a gun is a very particular skill set. A very handy skill set since I’m now involved with the Mafia. And the fact that he is going to teach me this skill set, is because he is assuming that I don’t know how to shoot a gun.
But I do.
My brain keeps my mind occupied as I finish my coffee, as I get dressed, and as I leave the apartment with David. I can play this many different ways. Lying, being honest, being half honest…
By the time I’ve gotten to my destination, I haven’t made up my mind
