EXTRACT FOR
Logan's Gun
(Darren G. Burton)

Wade Daniels had his car stereo blasting a rock tune as he sped along the M1 in his Ferrari F430 Spider convertible. The intermittent street lighting gleamed off the metallic charcoal duco as the night breeze whipped at his hair. 

He was in a very good mood, as he always was after visiting his favorite nocturnal haunt; a classy strip club/brothel in the centre of the city. Feeling extremely satisfied that he'd had his fix of gorgeous female attention, and ultimately sexual relief, he was looking forward to getting home and relaxing in his spa before retiring for the evening. 

Wade lived alone, had never been married, preferred not to be involved in any steady relationships. Would rather have the freedom to live the bachelor lifestyle. With his job as a bank manager, he could afford to buy all the female company and sex he wanted, whenever he desired.

And he liked it that way.

Who wanted to be tied down? Not him.

His mother thought it strange that he was still single at the age of thirty-eight. She'd even hinted a couple of times that it would be okay to admit to her if he was gay. He wasn't gay in the slightest. Just enjoyed his freedoms. And variety of women.

The Ferrari roared down an off-ramp, where it hugged a gradual curve in the road. Reluctantly he had to brake and pull the powerful beast to a stop for a red light. The motor hummed behind him, waiting for him to plant his foot on that accelerator the moment the light changed to green.

He didn't let the car down. It took off with the speed of a cougar, rubber howling in protest against the bitumen. Wade whipped it carelessly around corners as he weaved through the estate towards him home. The sports car was maneuvered into the driveway of a two story home, where Wade brought it to a sudden halt as he stomped on the brakes. He didn't bother parking it in the garage. No one was going to touch it in this neighborhood. He killed the engine and got out.

And that's when it happened.