Part 2

Anja Krebber

It was just as obvious that she had not come to avail herself of my services in the accepted manner. Or so I deduced from the .42 she was calmly pointing at my chest. I was sure I had seen that gun before, black and gleaming like licorice. And then it hit me, and my guts froze solid. It was one of Joe Sweet's special makes from the candystore downstairs.