“Miles flinched with every shot as bullets punched through Norm Dunne’s chest and arms. Chief Kramer shot the fisherman in the left knee, and the man’s leg buckled. He went down on one knee, clutching the iron chest against him as if it were a child he would give his life to save. One of the other cops took aim and squeezed off a round that hit Dunne in the temple, and the impact rocked the fisherman over onto his side, where he curled into a fetal position, protecting the chest. Miles looked at... Keomany, but the earthwitch still stood in a strange vortex of wind she seemed to have summoned. It kept the hot, sticky rain off her, and he wondered if that was the point. Through the rain and the veil created by that wind, he could not read her face. Charlotte stalked back and forth at the edges of the action like a predator awaiting the outcome, looking for an opening in which to attack. Two shots hit Dunne in the back before Chief Kramer finally shouted for them to cease fire. “Damn it, Norman, I want that fucking chest!”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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