The man's eyes fixed on Cade's GLOCK and he said nothing, but as bits of debris pelted down on the street outside the window, he stood quickly on shaky legs and tried to comply.
"An Encounter in Atlanta"
Ed Howdershelt
Cade put his GLOCK back in its shoulder holster under his field jacket and looked around again.
"An Encounter in Atlanta"
Ed Howdershelt
He sat at the desk in his fourth-floor room and studied each picture in turn as he cleaned his GLOCK and replaced the rounds he'd fired, then he chose three of the best pictures to print.
"An Encounter in Atlanta"
Ed Howdershelt