“Put the gun down, Freddie,” Bernie said. “Nothing good can come of this.”
“Did I ask for your opinion?” Freddie Dancer said. He kept the gun right where it was, pointed at Suzie’s head. Her eyes were open very wide. A growling noise started up, a very angry noise. “And keep that damn dog away from me,” Freddie said.
“Easy, big guy,” said Bernie. The growling? That turned out to be me. I tried to stop, and pretty much did.
“We walk out of here with the film and no one gets hurt,” Freddie said. The bald guy holding Suzie’s other arm smiled this little smile I didn’t like at all.
“What film?” said Bernie.
“See,” said Freddie, tapping the gun softly at the side of Suzie’s head, “that’s how someone gets hurt.” The urge to bite got very strong in me.
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