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"Do what I pay you for," Stirling said.
He started to raise the shotgun to his shoulder, but slowly, watching me.
"Don't do it," I said. I let my breath out all the way until my body was still and quiet. There was nothing but the gun and what I was aiming at.
Beau lowered the shotgun.
I took a breath and said, "Put it on the ground, now."
"Ms. Blake, this is none of your business," Stirling said.
"You are not going to shoot someone for trespassing on a piece of land while I watch."
Larry had his gun out too, now. It wasn't pointed at anybody in particular, which I was grateful for. Pointed guns have a tendency to go off if you don't know what you're doing.
"On the ground, Beau, now. I won't ask a third time."
He laid the shotgun on the ground.
"I pay your salary."
"You don't pay me enough to get killed."
Stirling made an exasperated sound and moved forward as if he would pick up the gun himself.
"Don't touch it, Raymond. You'll bleed just as easy as anybody else."
He turned to me. "I cannot believe that you would hold me at gunpoint on my own property."
I lowered my gun arm just a touch; it gets shaky if you hold a shooting pose too long. "I cannot believe that you had Beau come up here armed. You knew my little show would attract Bouvier. You knew it and planned for it. You cold-blooded son of a bitch."
"Mr. Kirkland, are you going to let her talk to me like that? I am a client."
Larry shook his head. "I'm with her on this one, Mr. Stirling. You were going to ambush that man. Murder him. Why?"
"Good question," I said. "Why are you so afraid of the Bouvier family? Or is it just him that you're afraid of?"
"I am afraid of no one. Come along; we will leave you to your new friend." He marched away, and the others followed. Beau sort of hesitated.
"I'll bring the shotgun down for you," I said.
He nodded. "Figured that."
"And you better not be waiting down there with another gun."
He looked at me for a long minute. At both of us. He shook his head. "I'm going home to my wife."
"You do that, Beau," I said.
He walked away, black slicker flapping against his legs. He hesitated, then said, "I'm out of it from now on. Money doesn't spend if you're dead."
I knew a few vampires that would argue with him, but I said, "Glad to hear it."
"I just don't want to get shot," he said.
"Do what I pay you for," Stirling said.
He started to raise the shotgun to his shoulder, but slowly, watching me.
"Don't do it," I said. I let my breath out all the way until my body was still and quiet. There was nothing but the gun and what I was aiming at.
Beau lowered the shotgun.
I took a breath and said, "Put it on the ground, now."
"Ms. Blake, this is none of your business," Stirling said.
"You are not going to shoot someone for trespassing on a piece of land while I watch."
Larry had his gun out too, now. It wasn't pointed at anybody in particular, which I was grateful for. Pointed guns have a tendency to go off if you don't know what you're doing.
"On the ground, Beau, now. I won't ask a third time."
He laid the shotgun on the ground.
"I pay your salary."
"You don't pay me enough to get killed."
Stirling made an exasperated sound and moved forward as if he would pick up the gun himself.
"Don't touch it, Raymond. You'll bleed just as easy as anybody else."
He turned to me. "I cannot believe that you would hold me at gunpoint on my own property."
I lowered my gun arm just a touch; it gets shaky if you hold a shooting pose too long. "I cannot believe that you had Beau come up here armed. You knew my little show would attract Bouvier. You knew it and planned for it. You cold-blooded son of a bitch."
"Mr. Kirkland, are you going to let her talk to me like that? I am a client."
Larry shook his head. "I'm with her on this one, Mr. Stirling. You were going to ambush that man. Murder him. Why?"
"Good question," I said. "Why are you so afraid of the Bouvier family? Or is it just him that you're afraid of?"
"I am afraid of no one. Come along; we will leave you to your new friend." He marched away, and the others followed. Beau sort of hesitated.
"I'll bring the shotgun down for you," I said.
He nodded. "Figured that."
"And you better not be waiting down there with another gun."
He looked at me for a long minute. At both of us. He shook his head. "I'm going home to my wife."
"You do that, Beau," I said.
He walked away, black slicker flapping against his legs. He hesitated, then said, "I'm out of it from now on. Money doesn't spend if you're dead."
I knew a few vampires that would argue with him, but I said, "Glad to hear it."
"I just don't want to get shot," he said.