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“Oh yeah. You shoot?”

“Only when I have to.”

CHAPTER

11

MICHELLE SLIPPED the 9mm Sig into her belt holster and let out a prolonged sigh of satisfaction.

Sean stared at her in amusement. “Smoke ’em if you got ’em.”

“Why do I think having a gun up here is a really good idea?”

“Because it is.”

“I’d just gotten used to the H&K, but I have to say I’ve always been partial to Sigs.”

“You carried a Glock for a while, too.”

“You know what they say: some girls like shoes, some girls like guns.”

“I’ve never actually heard anyone else say that.”

She stuck a couple boxes of ammo in her bag and said, “Time to head to Portland to pick up the baby lawyer.”

They had traveled about twenty miles when Michelle said, “Possible tail.”

Sean kept his gaze straight ahead. “Where?”

“Dark sedan two hundred yards back. Lose it on the curves and pick it back up on the straights.”

“Could be nothing. He could be heading where we are.”

“We’ll see, won’t we?”

When they reached the cut over to the interstate the car kept going.

Michelle said, “Guess you were right.”

“Still, good to be alert. Now if the folks at Gray’s Lodge saw Bergin at around nine and he was killed around midnight, that still leaves him with nearly three hours or so to move around somewhere.”

“He didn’t go back to Cutter’s. It’s locked down after dark. So—”

The bullet broke through the passenger’s side window, passed in front of both Sean and Michelle, and shattered the driver’s side glass on the way out.

Sean ducked down and Michelle immediately cut the vehicle to the left. She rode the shoulder momentarily while Sean looked behind them.

“No other car?” he asked.

“No. Shot came from long range.”

“Pull the car down there,” he barked, pointing to the trees set off the road. “And keep down.”

She banked into the soft grass and pulled the Ford farther down to a stop next to a stand of trees. They slid out of the car on their bellies, keeping the metal of the car between them and where the shot had come from. Michelle had her Sig out and was scanning the possible firing lines. Sean edged his head over the hood and then ducked back down.

“No optics signature that I can see.”

Michelle eyed the broken windows. “Helluva shot with us going at speed.”


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