Excerpt from Deadly Trail
Stefano braced for the next blow, grimacing and staring at the floor. He noticed the drops of blood that had landed on the floor in front of his left boot.
Where is he? Stefano heard the man ask, this time more quietly and sternly.
Stefano could see the man reach towards his right hip and pull out a pistol. The single light hanging over Stefano’s head glistened off the 9 mm Gloc the man held in his hand. The man glanced one more time to the corner and turned back to look at Stefano.