3Hot Chocolate And Teddy BearsSoren looked from the huge shiny revolver to the face of the man who pointed it at him—the magnum was most probably overcompensating for something.
He wore dark Raybans and sported an evening jacket that strained across mountainous shoulders. His finger fondled the trigger in a way that promised a quick climax to proceedings if Soren gave him cause.
The Swede sighed and rubbed the blond stubble on his cheek with the flat of his fingers. They itched to grab the weapon and smash the guy’s face with it, but he needed to show restraint. This job was easy, and maybe there would be the chance for more of the same. So instead he said, “Here for Dr. Drayden.”
The man-mountain stepped back, dropped the revolver to chest height, and jerked the long barrel toward the
