Opportunity? I chided myself. What opportunity? That building has to be locked, and you don’t have any weapons with you. I mourned the arsenal I’d left behind in Santa Fe, but I’d come here to Los Alamos unarmed, knowing that if I showed up with even the most innocuous .22 locked in the glove compartment of my vehicle, there would be too many questions asked. True, I could claim that I needed the guns for self-defense, but there really wasn’t that much to defend against on the empty highways between Santa Fe and Los Alamos.
My kingdom for that chrome-plated Ruger….
Pining over a gun wouldn’t help anything, however. I reminded myself that none of the male guards here in town were exactly what you’d called highly trained professionals. Much to Captain Margolis’ dismay, he was the only one
