He tightened his gloved right hand around the pistol he carried, a Glock 19 fitted with a long suppressor. It was the "compact" version of the Glock 1...7, the standard issue firearm for GSG-9, and Wolfgang was very familiar with the weapon. The only real difference between the two being a shorter barrel and grip. He'd used two 9mm rounds on Rudolf and the thirteen remaining bullets would be more than enough for Dubert. Wolfgang's index finger tightened until he felt the faint sensation of the. Whether she was pregnant or not.We both did.She was pregnant. The doctor delivered the news in a peculiarly flat and unemotional voice, like he was trying to be as neutral as possible. He looked at Chrissy.“You’re in good health. You’ll need to come back for regular checkups, depending on what you decide to do.“I’m not getting an abortion,” she said firmly.“Tell the nurse I want to see you again in two weeks,” said the doctor, without blinking an eye. “She’ll have some pamphlets for you about. ’ Becoming girlish and coy she shyly added, ‘A girl isn’t safe with you about.’ ‘But you are safe with me Jennifer – always safe.’ Peter stopped her with his kiss. She made no effort to push him away. ‘You’re coming home with me,’ he whispered as he lay alongside her. Although her head rose in protest he ignored her, continuing, ‘Oh, I know. No funny business. Do you think I’m as stupid as I look?’ Back went Jennifer’s head as she stared at Peter trying to read his mind. ‘You can listen to. He is going to bring you here, okay?" That's fine, JJ. See you soon." Doug replied, disconnecting. "Sorry about that, Jim. Even paranoids have real enemies." He said, smiling at his escort.The salesman, wide eyed, was looking back and forth between the two men. He had overheard the entire conversation, of course, but had refrained from asking any questions. Doug guessed, based on his uncomfortable stance that he had decided he didn't want to know.They reversed course and exited the building on.