HE POINTED HIS GUN AT ME

I'd known the man from a past encounter. The night he called, he asked if I could take him to my Christian Science practitioner office. He said he needed to talk.

When we met, he looked agitated, upset, and afraid. He explained that he was in trouble and talked nonstop all the way to the office. The office building was closed, but we made our way through the first-floor restaurant doors and up to my office on the third floor. No one else was on the floor that night.

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