finds gun

Tripp’s eyes followed me, and I was reminded uncomfortably of a rattlesnake. This was a guy who would deliver a poisonous bite the moment I allowed it to happen. I eyed him, then checked the most obvious places for a gun and found it under the futon’s mattress in the second spot I looked.
“That’s mine,” he snarled.
“Keep talking and maybe you’ll get it,” I said.
He took that in silence. Then said, “Who sent you?”
“Wow. Add ‘listening’ to your already impressive set of talents, Tripp,” I said. The gun was a cheap revolver. I flicked it open and jiggled it empty, then closed it and tossed it back on the futon. I glanced at his mail, flicking through, tossing it mostly back into the box. There were a lot of bills with FINAL NOTICE printed in red ink. “Along with your financial skills.”


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