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| | Guns, Girls, and Gangsters |
 | | For a moment, the only sound in the tiny hotel room was the metallic swish of the gun brush. “Willow spent the night at Wesley’s, as a matter of fact,” Giles finally said. “Apparently, he was reluctant to let her out of his sight in light of what happened with the lawyer at the club.” |
| | Scampering behind him to press herself against the brick wall, Willow watched as he pulled out his gun, and motioned with it to somewhere further along the wall. A faint scuffle, and she caught the gleam of metal as a stray light was captured, the unmistakable cocking of another weapon audible in the close air. |
| | The motion down the wall had been Giles, now emerging from behind a stack of chairs, his waistcoat atypically undone and exposing the holster beneath his arm. |
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