The Librarian

"Do you believe in God Simon? Do you believe implicitly that there's a heaven, or a hell, waiting for us?" A 68-year-old Anne, leant over to her right and with a wrinkled hand, reached into the Audi, then retrieved the Glock 45ACP. She jerked the slide back in a rapid practised motion. The metallic clang of the slide being pulled forward, by the pressurised and anxious recoil spring, had Simon's perception tunnel-visioned onto the hungry wide muzzle of the cocked pistol.