Beginner's Luck
“But it was plain from the look in his eyes that he felt insulted by Joyce's request. As he reached toward a back pocket of his trousers, his hand swept his jacket open and Joyce saw his gun. It was holstered at his left hip, its handle forward for a cross-draw. It had the flat grips of a semiautomatic, and she spotted the base of its ammo magazine before his jacket fell back to cover it.
Swinging his hand toward Joyce, he opened his wallet. She caught a glimpse of a gold star before he flipped the wallet shut. "OK?" he asked.
"Fine," Joyce said. She managed a shaky smile. "For a minute there, I was starting to wonder." "Well, I can't blame you for being careful. You've probably been warned, all your life, about talking to strangers." "Policemen don't count as strangers," Joyce said. She climbed into the van and sat down on the torn passenger seat.
Stevens shut the door for her. He walked around to the other side, opened his door, and got in behind the steering wheel.
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