She looks at him wide-eyed. Underneath the table, she cocks the Glock she keep strapped underneath her crepe skirt.
"And you always carry a Glock," he says. "That's not in your dossier, by the way. I recognize it by the sound of the hammer. Thigh or ankle?"
Glocks are hammerless. As a Glock owner this leapt off the screen and strangled my suspension of disbelief.
Yet another thing spotted in