both went into Riley’s bedroom.
A glance at the expression on her daughter’s face convinced Riley not to make any advance explanations. She went to her closet, where a new little black safe was on the shelf. She punched numbers into the keypad, then took something out and laid it on the bed.
April’s eyes opened wide at what she saw.
“A gun!” she said. “Is it …?”
“Yours?” Riley replied. “Well, legally it’s still mine. Virginia law says you can’t own a handgun until you’re eighteen. But you can learn with this one until then. We’re going to work our way into this slowly, but if you’ve learned to handle it well, it’ll be yours.”
April’s mouth was hanging open.
“Do you want it?” Riley asked.
April didn’t seem to know what to say.
Was this a mistake? Riley wondered. Maybe April actually didn’t feel ready for this.
Riley said, “You said you wanted to become an FBI agent.”
April nodded eagerly.
Riley said, “So – I thought it might be a good idea to start you on some weapons training. Don’t you?”
“Yes – oh, yes,” April said. “This is wonderful. Really, really amazing. Thanks, Mom. I’m just kind of overwhelmed. I really hadn’t expected this.”
“I hadn’t either,” Riley said. “I mean, I hadn’t expected to do anything like this at this point. Owning a gun is a huge responsibility and one that a lot of adults can’t handle.”
Riley took the gun out of the case and showed it to April.
She said, “This is a Ruger SR22 – a .22 caliber semiautomatic handgun.”
“A .22?” April asked.
“Believe me, this is not a toy. I don’t want you training with a larger caliber yet. A .22 can be just as dangerous as any other gun – maybe more so. More people are killed by this caliber than any other. Treat it with care and respect. You’ll only be handling it for training purposes. I’ll keep it in my closet the rest of the time. It will be in a gun safe that can only be opened with a combination. For now, I’ll be the only one with that.”
“Of course,” April said. “I wouldn’t want to have it just lying around.”
Riley added, “And I’d rather you didn’t mention this to Jilly.”
“What about Gabriela?”
Riley knew it was a good question. As far as Jilly was concerned, it was simply a matter of maturity. She might get jealous and want a gun of her own, which was out of the question. As for Gabriela, Riley suspected that she might be alarmed at the idea of April learning to use a weapon.
“I might tell her,” Riley said. “Not just yet.”
Riley clicked out the empty cartridge and said, “Always know whether your weapon is loaded or not.”
She handed the unloaded gun to April, whose hands were shaking a little.
Riley almost joked …
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get one in pink.”
But she thought better of it. This was not a thing to joke about.
April said, “But what do I do with it? Where? When?”
“Right now,” Riley said. “Come on, let’s go.”
Riley put the gun back in its case and carried it with her as they went back down the stairs. Fortunately, Gabriela was working in the kitchen and Jilly was in the family room, so they didn’t have to discuss what was in the case.
April went to the kitchen and told Gabriela that she and Riley were going out for a while, then went to the family room and told Jilly the same. The younger girl seemed to be fascinated by something playing on the TV, and she just nodded.
Riley and April both went out the front door and got into the car. Riley drove them to a gun store called Smith Firearms, where she’d bought the gun a couple of days ago. When she and April went inside, they were surrounded by firearms of every type and size, hanging on the walls or in glass cases.
They were greeted by Brick Smith, the store owner. He was a large, bearded man wearing a plaid shirt and a wide, hearty smile.
“Hello there, Ms. Paige,” he said. “It’s good to see you again. What brings you around today?”
Riley said, “This is my daughter, April. We came by to try out the Ruger I bought here the other day.”
Brick Smith seemed slightly amused. Riley remembered when she’d brought her own boyfriend, Blaine, here to buy him a gun for self-defense. Back then, Brick had seemed a little nonplussed to see a woman buying a gun for a man. His surprise had waned when he’d found out that Riley was an FBI agent.
He didn’t look the least bit surprised now.
He’s getting used to me, Riley thought. Good. Not everybody does.
“Well, well, well,” he said, looking at April. “You didn’t tell me you were buying the gun for your little girl.”
Those words jarred Riley a little …
“… your little girl.”
She wondered – had April taken offense?
Riley glanced at April and saw that she was still looking a bit overwhelmed.
I guess she kind of feels like a little girl at the moment, Riley thought.
Brick Smith led Riley and April through a door into the surprisingly large shooting range behind the store, then left them alone.
“First things first,” Riley said, pointing to a long list on the wall. “Read these rules. Ask me if you’ve got any questions.”
Riley stood watching as April read over the rules, which of course covered all the safety essentials, including never pointing a gun in any direction except downrange. As April read with an earnest expression, Riley felt an odd sense of déjà vu. She remembered when she had brought Blaine here to buy and try out his new weapon.
It was a somewhat bitter memory.
Over breakfast at his house after their first night of lovemaking, Blaine had hesitantly told her …
“I think I need to buy a gun. For home protection.”
Of course, Riley had understood why. His own life had been in danger since he’d come to know her. And as things turned out, he’d needed that gun only days later to defend not only himself but also Riley’s whole family from a dangerous escaped convict, Shane Hatcher. Blaine had almost killed the man.
Riley now felt again the pang of guilt over that terrible incident.
Is no one safe with me in their lives? she wondered. Will everyone
