I side-stepped to make him move the gun and I jumped forward fast while he was doing it. I kicked at his right knee and swung a short, hard punch at the inside of his right forearm. I connected with both; he crumpled and yelled; the gun flew from his hand and skidded across the tattered carpet. I felt twinges of pain in my bruised and battered neck but they didn’t stop me landing a solid, thumping right to Greenway’s ear as he went down. I bent and picked up the gun, a Browning Nomad .22, very light with its alloy frame but enough pistol to do the job if you could use it. Greenway pulled himself up into a sitting position against the wall. ‘That wasn’t necessary,’ he said. ‘It isn’t loaded.’ I looked at the gun. ‘Why d’you say that?’ ‘The magazine—I checked it.’ I released the spring-loaded magazine. ‘Yeah, but there’s one in the chamber. One’s enough.’ His eyes widened. ‘God. I didn’t know.’ I squatted down in front of him and tapped the barrel of the gun on his knee.
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