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That stopped me from celebrating. I turned back the other way, reaching for my holster. Benetto was on the sidewalk, blood streaming from his mouth and nose, but he was still trying to get that g*n out. I pulled my own g*n so that it was free of the holster. I knew he could see it, but I hoped that it was concealed enough so that it wouldn’t be seen by anyone in a passing police cruiser.
“Want to try for the big prize, Gino?” I asked.
He glared at me, but his hand stopped moving. I stepped back so I could see both of the thugs—and so they could see I was armed. I took a quick look along the street. There were no cops in sight.
“Both of you,” I said, “hit the road and fast. You stink up the neighborhood and I don’t want to see you around. Besides, the cops are liable to get here so
