Devil's Corner
Chapter One
Vicki Allegretti always wondered what it would feel like to look into the
barrel of a loaded gun, and now she knew. The gun was a black Glock, nine
millimeter, and it was aimed at her right eye. Vicki observed the scene
out-of-body, as if it were happening to a girl with a better sense of
humor. Wonder if black guns make you look thinner, she thought.
Holding her point-blank was an African-American teenager with cornrows,
who looked as terrified as she was. He looked about fourteen years old,
showing just a shadow of a mustache, and his brown eyes were jittery with
fear. He kept shifting his weight in his big Iversons, standing tall in
baggy jeans and a red satin Sixers jacket. He'd frozen in place when he'd
come downstairs and found Vicki standing there, his shocked expression
suggesting that he hadn't shot many lawyers. At least not his share.
"You don't want to do this, pal," she said, only apparently calmly. The
kid's long fingers trembled on the gun's crosshatched grip, and his other
hand cradled a bulge underneath his jacket, as if he were hiding
something. She had evidently interrupted a burglary by a rookie.
Unfortunately, the Glock was an all-star. "I'm an assistant U.S.
Attorney."
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