Peter glanced at Jenkins and saw that the man had lost his place in the 
world. He took a half-step back into the harshly lit truck. He fingered his gun, 
but didn’t draw it. Behind him were the crates with the hides. Peter realized
the man might well soon die so that Eddy could get those crates. In his mind 
Peter saw thick slugs ripping through flesh and muscle, the impact startling 
Jenkins’ body so much that it ceased to function.