![]() ![]() ![]() A leather cosh dropped from his sleeve into his hand and he knew what to do with it all right. He locked his fists and swung them up into my chin, and it was like getting clobbered with a hammer, and I sprawled into a row of trash cans. He ripped the rifle from my grasp and flung it aside. The bastard was squat and powerful as a wild animal, thanks to being a coke fiend, no doubt. Happily, he too was out of bullets and I closed the gap and slammed the butt of the rifle into his chest. ![]() We both missed and I was empty, that drum clicking uselessly. “Curtis Bane screamed and though I came around fast and fired in the same motion, he’d already pulled a heater and begun pumping metal at me. ![]()
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