Calibre

8

McDonald was in the car pool, leaning against a van they used sometimes for surveillance. Falls approached and he eyed her with distaste. She moved right up to him, and he said:

‘Hey, you’re in my personal space.’

She smiled, said:

‘Like a bit of rough, do you?’

His eyes lit and he sneered:

‘What, tired of women already?’

She looked round then pivoted, used her body weight to swing her right hand, and hit him in the left eye with the knuckle-duster. He fell back against the van and she turned, walked away, saying:

‘That rough enough for you?’