Bad Action

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Billy Cunningham had never wanted to kill anyone in his life. He was a lover, not a fighter, and liked to believe he could talk his way out of any jam. Only this time, he didn’t have a choice. He’d told the man in the bedroom how he felt, and the man had drawn a switchblade. Right then, Billy had known that it was not going to end until one of them was dead.

Billy retreated from the bedroom and walked backward down the hallway with the man following him. The condo’s layout was unfamiliar, and he kept bumping into walls. Upon reaching the living room, he drew the Sig Sauer P220 semiautomatic tucked in the small of his back, steadied his arm, and took aim. If he didn’t pull the trigger, the man was going to kill him — probably slowly, certainly painfully — and would have no second thoughts about it.

His enemy put on the brakes and broke into a smile.

“You think I’m kidding?” Billy said.

“Your arm’s shaking,” the man said.

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