Chapter 130

SCOTT

BANG, BANG, BANG.

Something went whizzing by my head, and a picture broke on the chest of drawers.

"Gunshots," Lucia said, crawling around the foot of the bed. "Keep down, someone is shooting into the house."

More shots were fired, most of them not seeming to hit our house, but a window broke in the living room.

"Jesus Fucking H. Christ!" I swore. "That sick shit. I swear I'll kill the mother fucker if I ever see him."

"Sergeant Meadows warned he might be more dangerous now. He's been driven out of his buddies house, now Lisa's, and even his car is gone," Lucia said. "Where has he got to go?"

"Why can't they catch him?"

"You live in a beautiful neighborhood, but it's big lots, heavily wooded, a hill two hundred yards behind your house," Lucia said.

"Jack was in the Marine Corps, Master," Lisa said.

"