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41. The Last Shot

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The scream cracked through the air behind the door.

Lorraine.

My body moved on instinct. Rounded the corner fast, Glock raised, steps silent.

Two intruders. Backs to me. Focused on the panic room panel.

The first didn’t even turn. I fired two rounds to the base of the skull. He dropped face-first, dead before he hit the floor.

Unfortunately, the second whipped around. Quicker reflexes. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and bolted left, dropping behind the overturned dresser for cover.

Smart.

He poked his head up, rifle tight against his shoulder. Visor glinting under the guest room's light. “You’re supposed to be dead,” he said, tone rattled. “You jumped off a goddamn cliff—”

He paused.

I didn’t reply.

His stare lingered a second too long on the soaked fabric clinging to my frame, the bloodless graze on my bicep, the gashes down my arms and face. Skin pale blue from the sea. Lips
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