“My mind was spinning. I'd seldom run across anything so fraught with possibilities for good and opportunity for evil in my life. I took my .357 Magnum out of the desk, strapped the spring shoulder holster on and checked the gun's cylinder. I looked at the five lethal cartridges thinking they were simply one other way, more direct and less subtle, of making men do what you wanted. I stuffed the gun in its holster and went out. Jay Weather was alone when I walked into the big store on Ninth Street. I felt ill at ease when I saw him, but I made myself act as if I felt normal. I walked in past a long row of suits and he nodded at me. "Hello, Shell." He glanced at his watch. "Got about ten minutes—if they're on time." I grinned at him and said lightly, "The faithful employee. I'm doubling your salary, Jay." He smiled a little, but seemed preoccupied. "What'll we say to them?" he asked. "I dunno. Just tell the guys there's no business. New owner—me. Probably they'll retire in good order." A... frown creased his forehead.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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