He approached to within ten feet of the bed. He was within Tina’s peripheral vision, and he could tell when she registered his presence. She froze, and then so did Taggert.
“Nice,” Krale said.
They looked at him, and saw his face, his poker face, and then they saw the gun.
God, the look on their faces!
“I had four tens,” Krale said. “So you both lose.”