Atdtda23: [46.3] Second shot, 658-659

[Paul Nightingale]

[658.36-659.2] "Hello, Reef." It seemed to leap out of the rock-face,
condensed in a kinetic blur of lethal muscle and claw, screaming as it came.

"Holy shit." With the Tatzelwurm about a foot away, Reef had just time to
squeeze off a shot ...

Cf. another showdown on 395:

... and found there right in front of him, sitting slouched and puffy-faced
and as if waiting, the no-longer-elusive Sloat Fresno, quick as that, with
his pistol already somehow in his hand, giving Frank time only to find his
own and begin firing cold ...