Oh, come on. Who the hell was this guy?
I had made a right when I got to the upstairs hallway, and I soon found the source of the sound. A man staring out the window.
I thought to myself that A) I need a raise. B) Who wears a hat indoors?
“Hello, Detective.”
Ahhhhh, shit. I raised my gun.
“Don’t.”
This apparently all-seeing cowboy was now stressing me out.
He whipped around, pistol drawn.
I fired.
So did he.