A Grofield Novel
Grofield said, “Mrs. Danamato, tell your man to put his gun away.”
Belle Danamato didn’t seem very friendly. She said, “Why should I?”
Grofield spun on his right heel, knocking the automatic to one side with his left elbow while driving his right forearm into the guy’s throat. The automatic made a soft thump when it hit the rug; the guy made a big thump when he hit the wall and started his slide down, both hands grabbing his neck.
Grofield picked up the automatic, turned around with it, pointed it at Belle Danamato and said, “Ask me not to shoot.”
“Because if you don’t, I will.”