Hodekin leapt into the air, snatching the casing from the man's hands with a squeak of triumph. He spun it over between his fingers several times, eyes bulging madly, before casually flicking the brass shell into his mouth. The diminutive criminal swallowed audibly. ".45 ACP. Not Tokarev."
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