Chapter 147 Michael
- A nefarious smile curls on Brian’s lips as he aims the revolver at me. Not just any revolver, my revolver – the one I keep in my upstairs office in case of home invasions. After he left the motel, he must have come back to the house and taken it.
- “Heya, boss.” He grins as he advances on me. He looks like he’s been drinking. “How the hell are ya?”
- “Put the gun down, Brian,” I reply.