Threshold - 2: It's a Bargain
As he stood before the side table, he saw that it indeed was a revolver. Had the home’s owner shot himself, perhaps tired of suffering too much pain and misery? He reached down, picked it up to...
As he stood before the side table, he saw that it indeed was a revolver. Had the home’s owner shot himself, perhaps tired of suffering too much pain and misery? He reached down, picked it up to examine it. He was relieved to discover that the grim possibility of suicide, even if that final solution had occurred, could not have come from this gun, apparently an antique Colt .45.
It wasn’t exactly rusty, but it was heavily tarnished and caked with a layer of grime that could only have been applied through a process of long-term neglect. Owen tried to turn the cylinder, and had to apply firm pressure at first to get it to even move.
“Young man,” a voice came from behind him, a commanding voice.