I'm in an airport reading a mystery called Shadow Men by Jonathon King.
I's pretty good and the plot has thickened. The hero, an ex Philly cop now PI, is going to confront a possible wife beating policeman.
"....I shut off the overhead light in the cab as I went through the bag, unwrapped my Glock and snapped in loaded clip into place. I checked the safety and slipped the gun..."
I groaned out load and and almost put the book in the trash can.
Please somebody call this guy and square him away. I'd just call him names.