DEAD
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The Loggerheads pub
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Pat hesitated, the g*n almost touching Sian’s temple, and Elvis seemed to work everything out all at once. Two bounds and he was on top of the old man. He held him pinned to the floor, his jaw around the old man’s throat. Pat made squeaks and squeals, flailing about. Sian knew there was a chance he’d start firing off random bullets if he managed to get a proper hold on his g*n. She jumped on him too, pulling him into an arm lock and wrestling the g*n from his hand.
Standing up, she pointed the g*n at him. She took a step backwards and almost tripped on her cast, then righted herself. She held the g*n tightly in both hands. ‘I know how to use this thing. I’m actually a c***k shot, better than you probably. So don’t move,’ she said. Her heart w
