"Well?!" he screamingly demanded as he reached for Cade's Glock, "I axed you
a question, mufucka! Whatchoo gonna do?! Huh?! Huh?!"
Feinting toward the Glock with his left hand to distract the guy's
attention, Cade ducked slightly and swatted the Taurus upward with his right
hand as he turned his feinting left into a jab at the guy's eyes. Grabbing the
guy's gun hand, he twisted it downward and back so the Taurus pointed at the
guy's chest.
"Bye-bye," said Cade, putting his index finger over the guy's trigger finger
and forcing it to move.
The gun barked and the guy jerked, then sagged backwards in openmouthed
shock, clutching his chest. He landed hard on his left hip and when his elbow
hit the pavement, the gun fired once into the air above the parking lot.
Cade had drawn his Glock from its holster. He stepped back and indicated
that the men to his right and left should move back toward the car, then he and
they watched as the guy on the ground gasped and let go of the gun to use both
hands to clutch his chest. His eyes closed and his breathing was ragged.
One of the others suddenly jumped into the car's driver's seat, but Cade
pointed his Glock at the guy's face and said, "No, not yet.
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