The Magician Trevor Baker

baker_29065568_mlI turned to see Baker aiming the .38 at my head. His eyes were twisting inside their sockets, like a toxic cockroach was chewing on his optic nerves. He twitched, but the gun was steady enough in his hand. I dropped my assault rifle. Baker motioned and I took the handgun from my side holster and dropped it too, kicking it toward the Tahoe. Roddy heard the weapon clank and then slide across the concrete. He turned around with the noise and saw Baker aiming the gun at my ear. He looked helplessly at me. “I hate to say I told you so…”

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