He sat up straighter in the bed while she turned toward the door. “Wait a minute,” Longarm said sharply as he prepared to throw the covers back and swing his legs out of bed. “I’ll help—” Nola thrust a hand toward him, palm out. “You stay right there!” she ordered. “Whatever’s going on down there, I’ll handle it. You don’t have to worry about me.” There had been only the single gunshot, but Longarm didn’t know whether that was good or bad. He wanted to get out of the bed and go see what was happening, but he knew Nola was right. He was still in no shape for trouble, and besides, he didn’t even know where his pants were. He would have looked a sight, showing up at the top of the stairs naked as a jaybird except for the bandage around his midsection. People might have stopped what they were doing just to gawk at him, though, he thought dryly. “Go on,” he said to Nola. “I’ll be right here if you need me. Just be careful.” “I always am,” she told him.
What do You think about Longarm 242: Red-light (2010)?
