The last spin, and other stories

Evan hunter, Evan Hunter

The Last Spin by Evan Hunter (1926-2005) Approximate Word Count: 2901 The boy sitting opposite him was his enemy. The boy sitting opposite him was called Tigo, and he wore a green silk jacket with an orange stripe on each sleeve. The jacket told Danny that Tigo was his enemy. The jacket shrieked, "Enemy, enemy!" "This is a good piece," Tigo said, indicating the gun on the table." This runs you close to forty-five bucks, you try to buy it in a store. That's a lot of money." The gun on the table was a Smith & Wesson .38 Police Special. It rested exactly in the center of the table, its sawed-off, two-inch barrel abruptly terminating the otherwise lethal grace of the weapon. There was a checked walnut stock on the gun, and the gun was finished in a flat blue. Alongside the gun were three .38 Special cartridges. Danny looked at the gun disinterestedly. He was nervous and...