Wolflick had been sitting in the dark, wondering why he had bothered to keep his .22 pistol. He’d had the thing for years and hardly ever used it. It was the only gun he had that fit a silencer, but he always figured it was better to be noisy and get the hell out of there than to be quiet and take your time. Tradition was the main reason, he supposed. I…
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