Terror of the Darkness (A Sheriff Shreveport Allen Case File)
Vic left the car running and they walked into the gas station, guns held down behind their legs. The clerk, a middle-aged woman with a helmet of curls, looked up with bored, tired eyes that came alive as Vic stepped forward, raised his nine, and said, “Empty the register into a bag and do it quick.” Buck was behind him, holding the .38 and scanning the aisles with cranked up nerves. The clerk stood frozen, her thick arms raised, her lips trying to form words. “I said, quick,” Vic shouted. She reached for the rack of plastic bags. Vic extended put the gun in her face. “Don't try anything, sweetheart, or I'll blow your brains out.” ...