Working Title: Gunshot – Entry #3

I finally have gotten back to my novel, at least a little bit.  Here’s a short paragraph of what I wrote today.

There was a man waiting for us outside the restaurant.  He was leaning against Fin’s car.  He had a black goatee and his black hair was slicked back.  It was shiny.  I was afraid the moment I saw him.  I thought, this is it, this is when I’ll hear more gunshots.