The Shadow Dancers "Shut up, bitch! This ain't your business!" Monroe growled. That was a mistake."Girls," Addison said, calm as could be, "you have my permission, and my support, if you want to kill this idiot."Monroe gave a big laugh, but it didn't last long. You take two women bodybuilder types together and no hunk even Monroe's size and strength was gonna keep us from doin' damage. It was one hell of a fight, though, 'cause of the big weight difference, and while we done him some real damage, when Brandy Two kicked him in the gut and sent him to the floor under the sink, he rebounded, made for his coat, and I knew he was goin' for his gun.He never made it. There was this short Pfutt! sound, and there was a neat hole in the side of his head. He actually looked surprised; I think he was dumb enough and strong enough that it took him five full seconds 'fore he realized he was dead. The recoil hardly moved him. Finally he just sort of sat down on the floor, stared hard, like he was seein' somethin' he couldn't understand, then keeled over."Messy, but satisfying," noted Addison, putting her pistol back in her purse.
