Inward focus turned outwards.
Gun. Gone. Where
Frantic eyes jumped around the room. Chris. Gun. Pen. Paper. Chris. And finally it was there they locked.
+ + + + + + +
I watched awareness return and I loosened my bruising grip on his chin.
I repeated my directive.
"YOU WILL NOT DO THIS! LET ME IN!"
And I watch as the panic starts.
My fingers tighten their grasp again.
While my other hand scrambles for my cell.
Ahhhh, the joys of Nextel.
I push one button and get the remaining five.
But I send them a text message for once.
9118467 = Emergency at Vin's.
Now I center my efforts on calming my friend, as I wait for backup to arrive.
5. Other Men's Treasure
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