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He still hadn’t made up his
mind by the time he’d pulled up next to a petrol pump.
“Fill her up, using the credit
card facility on the bowser” said the Killer, quietly. “If you try anything, I’ll shoot your
boyfriend first, then you, then as many others as I can get.”
Luigi had no idea how many
bullets the Killer’s gun held. He
remembered vaguely that some guns had 6—or was it 7?—bullets in the revolving
thingy at the base of the barrel. But
there were others who which held the bullets in a cartridge in the hand-grip. How many did they hold?
Well, it didn’t matter. The
Killer would kill Cody and maybe others.
Recalling his earlier cowardice, Luigi resolved to do something else.
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