Chapter 16
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“How’s David Zinn?” I asked. The waiter came over, and Emily said, “get him a Grey Goose.” The waiter left. I hadn’t realized she knew that about me.
“He’s in protective custody, waiting for his chance to testify against Vitalius Kohl,” she said. “As are his bodyguards. Was it really necessary to shoot two of them?”
“It wasn’t just necessary, it was the bare minimum. Do you have any idea how hard it is to win a gunfight without killing anyone?”
“I wouldn’t try it. If someone is shooting at you, the correct response is to shoot for the torso and put him down. You’re not seriously claiming you spared them on purpose?”
“There was probably some luck involved,” I conceded. “I just shot at them when they shot at me. I didn’t specifically try to kill them is all.”
“Then
