Sowerbutt nodded at One-Line who drew his Webley revolver and pointed it straight at the Spaniard’s head.
Keeping his left hand firmly around the Spaniard’s throat, Sowerbutt broke open his revolver and spun the cylinder in front of the terrified man’s eyes. It contained one .38 bullet. He snapped it shut and returned the end of the barrel to the Spaniard’s clammy forehead.
Nero translated the slow count into Spanish. “Tres, dos, uno …”
The empty click of the hammer resounded around the deserted shop like a clap of thunder; Nero pushing his shaking hand against the peeling wall to keep his balance.
The words began pouring out. amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
Keeping his left hand firmly around the Spaniard’s throat, Sowerbutt broke open his revolver and spun the cylinder in front of the terrified man’s eyes. It contained one .38 bullet. He snapped it shut and returned the end of the barrel to the Spaniard’s clammy forehead.
Nero translated the slow count into Spanish. “Tres, dos, uno …”
The empty click of the hammer resounded around the deserted shop like a clap of thunder; Nero pushing his shaking hand against the peeling wall to keep his balance.
The words began pouring out. amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
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