Cabrera slips a hand into his jacket and pulls out the 99mm pistol from its holster. He flicks the safety off and points the weapon at the old woman.
Darling shakes her head. “I wouldn’t do that, Detective.”
“You poisoned me.”
“Poisoned? I did no such thing, Detective.”
“Are you a witch, Mrs. Ross? What did you do to my partner and I?!” He screams, his…