Chapter 11

“Thanks for stepping in. I think I could’ve restrained him, but a little backup doesn’t hurt.”

About that time police officers arrived, two in a car and one on a motorcycle. They took a few minutes toassess the scene. The driver of the car, wearing sergeant’s stripes, took charge. “You can put that away, Sam,” he said, nodding at the man holding the pistol.

Sam slid the weapon into a holster in the middle of his back, hidden beneath his suit coat.

After the cops took the hulking hood away, Troy turned to Sam. He realized then he’d seen the man before, in the AmBank building even. Of course, a number of firms and agencies had offices there. “Thanks again for the support. There’s something about looking down the barrel of a gun that deflatesanybody unless they’re too high for common sense.”