Agent Nightingale stared at the passed-out writer. The man was sleeping off one hell of a night. Nightingale felt a stab of envy at Wake's oblivion. But he had a job to do.
He put the gun to Wake's head, and almost became a murderer.
His hand shook and his throat felt tight and dry. Biting his teeth, he tried again to pull the trigger. He lost the nerve.
Wake stirred. Nightingale would have to settle for an arrest.
Departure Manuscript: Nightingale Arrests Wake
