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Dave Johnston had not heard him drive up, but immediately sat up when he heard the rattling of the front door. He pulled out his revolver, and waited for the person to enter. Not two seconds after, Randy walked in leaving the door ajar.

Dave spoke, "Sir, very calmly, don't move a muscle, I have a gun on you!"

Randy stood still. He asked, "I'm not moving. Please, don't shoot."

"Move a muscle, and I will shoot. Now, very slowly walk on in toward me. "

Randy turned and saw Dave in the shadow of the hallway. This guy had at least twenty pounds on Randy, and it looked like muscle. It was still bright outside. He was coming clearly into view as his eyes adjusted to the dimness. "OK." He walked slowly toward Dave.

"OK, stop." Randy was far enough inside that he could not be seen from the doorway. Randy's short, small shouldered, body was outlined by the sunlight from the door.

"Hands in the air. Over to the wall. Spread eagle." Dave moved behind Randy. He detected Randy's gun almost immediately. He pulled it out of Randy's holster. He could not find a wallet or anything else on him. Randy had made sure to throw out the paper and envelope with the address before he got to the house. The fact that he had nothing but a gun and no wallet threw Dave off. Dave noticed the pen but didn't remove it. It looked and felt like a cheap ball-point clicker pen.