“He was clean-shaven and didn't look like he would stand out in a crowd at all; it was the perfect disguise for what he did. "Hey now, can't we just talk? What's all this pointing and anger?" he chimed merrily in a sing-song tone; he reminding me of John, it would be a sickeningly accurate impersonation. "Talk? Why should I talk to you?" I retorted, tilting the handgun slightly in the air, placing my finger on the trigger. The instant I slid my finger around the trigger, the atmosphere in the room changed drastically. There was a brief blur of colour as the man stood up, grabbed his weapon and placed it to my neck; it happened in less than a second or so. He was insanely quick on his feet. The weapon was a long, curved sword with an elaborate hand-guard. It appeared to be a katana of sorts, but I was no expert on the identification of bladed weapons; I knew only one thing. I had to have it. "Are we done playing games? Let's just sit down and have ourselves a little chat now, Mr.
Dead Winter: a Gripping Crime Thriller Full of Suspense
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