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“Coupla things, Mr. Tirov. First of all, you load this weapon with live ammo, and you’re breaking the law. It’s a felony to possess a shotgun with a barrel shorter than eighteen inches.”

“Then how come you’ve got one?”

“This ain’t a shotgun, it’s a prop, unless you load it with live shells. Second thing is, this place ain’t a firing range, it’s a prop business, and we don’t stock no live ammo—at all, for any weapon. I’ve already been accused of issuing live rounds to whoever shot you, and I didn’t like it much.”

“You’re fired,” Tirov said. “Get your ass off my set.”

“Tell you what, you round up the thirty-four folks I’ve issued firearms to and tell ’em to bring their weapons down here, and when they’ve done that and checked ’em in, I’ll get my ass off your set. Then I’ll call my union rep and my lawyer, and this shoot will be shut down before the sun sets. Oh, and good luck staging all them shoot-outs in the script without no weapons. You’ll have to find somebody in L.A. who will replace mine.”

Boris stared at him for a long moment, trembling with rage, then he swallowed it and said, “Sorry about that. Carry on.”

“Yessir, I’ll do that, because I signed a contract, but don’t you bother calling on me for work in the future.”

Boris turned and walked away, seething. His internal rage gauge was threatening to blow its top off, and he had to relieve the pressure. There was only one way to do that.

56

Gala knew as well as Stone and Billy that Boris was coming for her, and probably for Stone as well. Boris didn’t know Billy, of course, or he would be coming for him, too.

There were times when she still regretted the divorce. She had loved Boris, when he was in good temper, and the sex had been just fabulous. She still sometimes woke up in the night in the middle of a dream about Boris, and turned to Stone, who was always willing, for release.

Twice since the divorce, she had succumbed to Boris; if he walked into the house right now she would be unable to trust herself with him. Many times they had fucked on the kitchen island in this house, because they couldn’t wait to get to the bedroom. It made her wet just thinking about it.

Stone came into the kitchen, where she was sitting in front of the fire, and made them both a drink.

“This thing is coming to a head, isn’t it?” she asked.

“That’s up to Boris,” he replied.