“At home with the gun in the special holster I’d added to the headboard of the bed, the safety would have been off. But I’d look pretty silly if I accidentally shot myself during the night—day—trying to protect myself from werewolves. The Firestar I put under the couch cushion, safety on. Normally it would have been in my luggage, but I was feeling just a little insecure. The knives were in the luggage. Things weren’t quite dangerous enough to wear the wrist sheaths to bed. Besides, they... weren’t very comfortable, not to sleep in, anyway. I had just settled down for a long day’s sleep when I realized I hadn’t called Special Agent Bradford. Damn. I threw the blanket back and padded to the telephone in nothing but a t-shirt and undies. Yes, the Browning came with me. Doesn’t do you a damn bit of good to have a weapon if it isn’t with you. I dialed the number and got no answer.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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