Stalling for time to think, I peered into the barrel. The ever-alert and prepared proprietor of Uptown Early AM Mobile Armament struck a match and held it at the open ejection port so I could see. Mostly, from this inspection I remember his breath, which strongly suggested coprophagy. Little remained of the rifling, though no doubt the lingering impressions were well represented in the ballistics files of the New York City Police Department. A gunsmith in its well-traveled past had customized it by grinding off the serial number.

The situation called for diplomacy.

- from Descent Interrupted by Gordon A. Graves


Illustration by Mike Hunter.