Jack had learned long ago there was no situation not made worse by an idiot with a gun.
He saw a pistol clatter to the asphalt near the saurus’s splayed toes, its foot arched high on a heel spike. He looked up and saw himself reflected in the windows of a nearby office building. His arms were outstretched in a silent plea, tied by twisting straps that ra…
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