He was focused on the dress shop, so he didn’t see me in the shadows of the café.
His gun was in his right hand – the closest arm to me.
I figured Adriano would want him alive for questioning, so I only shot to wound.
BLAM!
I hit the bicep of his gun arm.
Blood exploded from the black leather.
The thug howled in pain –
Then dropped down behind the Cadillac.
Shit.
I ran towards the trunk of the car, ready to circle around the side –
But the guy’s left hand came up over the top of the car.
He was clutching the revolver.
BLAM BLAM!
He was using his left hand, and he was shooting blind, so I wasn’t in too much danger –
But it still freaked me out. A stray bullet can kill you just as easily as an aimed one.
I crouched down on the passenger side of the Cadillac as bullets blasted chips off the stone façade of the café.
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM –
Click.
Out of bullets.
Definitelynot the sharpest knife in the drawer.
Still, he could have a second gun, so I made my way around the back of the car carefully.
When I heard the door open, I stepped out, gun aimed.
The thug was on his knees, trying to crawl inside the car.
The cobblestones beneath him were spattered red.
“FREEZE!” I shouted.
He cursed and flung the revolver at me.
Again, he was a right-hander using his left hand, so the throw went wild –
But after I ducked, I ran to the open car door and shut it as hard as I could.
Of course, he was in the way –
But the door only hit his back. No broken bones, unfortunately.
