Falk stood up from the ground, picking up his cane. "You've got to be kidding me..."
Falk slid out one of the drawers in the island, revealing a Colt 1911. He picked it up and slid three more clips into his pocket as he wobbled over to the wall, grabbing his hunting knife. He looked down at the knife disappointingly, then held it in a reverse grip atop his cane. He walked behind the island, and took aim at his door.
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