“Was I bothered by what had just happened? Sure. Was I feeling a little Sam Spade-ish? You’re damn right I was. The tingly-fuzzy feeling was telling me that I hadn’t hit either of the men with a fatal shot and that I’d handled the situation perfectly. “It was kind of bad-ass,” Albert mumbled. I could only grin at that. I’d just been thinking the same thing. “You’re.”
