The detective climbed the stairwell to level three and looked for room 16. He tried the handle: not locked! He had to be careful, he knew the man inside was violent. He eased it open and looked in. No one in the hall, but movement somewhere. It was all so dimly lit. He moved silently into the first room; a lounge. Again, hardly any light. More noises came from behind the door on the far side. He took his gun out and let it dangle by his side as he moved further into the room. He stopped when the noises stopped abruptly. He brought his gun up and stood motionless. All at once, the door burst open and a large silhouette of a man stood backlit in the doorway; his arm came up. The detective didn’t hesitate. Two rapid shots took the man down.
He holstered his gun and found a light switch. The man just lay there; TV remote still in his hand
Am I conceited, or what? He thought. I really should wear my glasses…
