The darkness of the room’s corner conceled him. He waited, oversized .38 special in hand. It really was a special .50 cal he’d picked up, but in his hands it seemed small. It looked just like a .38 Special, just enormous, unles he was holding it.
Come on punk, he thought. You know you want to come meet your maker. Maximillion Reginald, known to his friends and associates as Max Red, was an enormous, and powerful black man. He had been blessed with a rare gene, one which gave him the ability to see in just about any light, making his job much easier. Max was a detective, not the best, but damn good. Unlike others in his profession, Max could work where others couldn’t.