““head of him was the access road, a blacked-out Suburban parked behind his car, blocking his exit. The figure of a man standing there in front of the vehicle, the glow of the cigar in his mouth visible in the early morning twilight. Kranemeyer slowed instinctively, his hand slipping into his jacket, toward the butt of the Heckler & Koch USP .45 holstered on his hip in a cross-draw position””
