Razor Edge

Frank stood and placing his fingers to his ears he gently massaged them. The muzzle blast so close had set them ringing and he could smell powder residue on his face. Turning he tracked the trajectory of the bullet. A small hole where the bullet had buried itself in the timber beam would pass for a knot hole. Gorilla followed the direction Frank was looking and also found it. “Do you want me to dig it out?” “No it can stay there as a silent monument to Dreyfus”. Frank turned to see Piccolo and Clancy standing in the doorway. Their expressions were blank. The shock of the incident still registering. Frank had recovered somewhat and went into business mode.