The ugly pug was standing between me and the spotlight. In one hand was a gun, the other a knife, the blade of which had been filed down to a sliver of steel not much thicker than a crocheting needle.
The ugly pug was standing between me and the spotlight. In one hand was a gun, the other a knife, the blade of which had been filed down to a sliver of steel not much thicker than a crocheting needle.