Chapter 949

• "Just checked. I remain the only one unarmed in my personal carnival of carnage..." my words trailed up to an unintelligible mumble.
• I was mumbling because suddenly four handguns were casually offered up for my use (Tiger Lily was holding one over her shoulder as she drove), in the same way you'd offer up some Nicorette to a man jonesing for a smoke. Rachel was kind enough to hand me my familiar Glock-22 and Ruger .38 with their accompanying holsters. Two spare clips followed, then I stashed the lot. I scratched my calf. It took me a second to realize I was reaching for my pistol.
• No, not the one at my hip, or my ankle, but the one...in my boot?