A Dagger through Dimensions Chapter 21

What’s a Gat?

When eleven o’clock rolled around, I stood at my desk. The negatives that the judge wanted were inside a locked drawer and I had already put them into an envelope which sat on the desktop. After putting on my leather holster, I pulled out the .45 inside the desk, then removed the filled clip. Pulling back on the slide, I inspected the gun for an empty chamber and cleanliness like I was taught, then let the slide release before sliding the clip back into the handle. I noticed my hand shook, and I sat in the chair.

After I shoved the gun into the holster and heard the door to my office open. Sally stood there, staring at the gun holster wrapped under my arm.

“You’re expecting that kind of trouble,” she said. Her flat tone revealed disapproval, but she didn’t try to argue against the idea.

I shook my head, embarrassed that I acted like a damn TV character, hiding the fact that I’m afraid.

“No, but I’m not taking chances.”

Of course, I realized I was talking shit. The last time I shot a gun was years ago. I doubt I can pull out this thing quick enough to stop anything that’s going down. After all, the thugs with Antonio probably have plenty of nasty stories about killing people. But I’m thinking the .45 is better than carrying nothing at all.