Chapter 3
I called Reynolds around noon the next day.
“I’ve made my decision,” I told him.
“Come tell me in person.” Short and sweet, before he hung up.
So I did. When he opened the door to his room at the motel, I smelled coffee. As soon as I was seated, he handed me a cup then took the other chair, looking at me in question.
“I’m in,” I told him, “with the proviso that, if I find I can’t do the job, you let me walk. You know I won’t say anything to anyone.”
He nodded. “I have no problem with that. I’ll call Angel to tell her to be here in the morning.”
“Here?”
He smiled. “I know you’ve found an apartment, and a job. Do you really want to take time off this soon, to meet her somewhere else?’
“Good point.”
“I’ve checked around. There’s a decent shooting range about twenty miles n
