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| 1482faa | His fear-inflamed mind sent the control-signal to his finger-joint to fold back. The trigger sliced back. The blast seemed to lift the booth clear off the floor, drop it down again. A pin-wheel of vacancy appeared in the glass, flinging off shards and slivers. | crime-thriller gun gunplay guns noir noir-fiction pistol shooter shooting shootings | Cornell Woolrich |