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She’d only capped off a few rounds, but Deputy Daria Bloom already knew her range score was going to suck. But she kept firing.
Fire.
A new missing girl.
Fire.
Bodies. Too many.
Fire.
Idiot media nicknames for monsters.
Fire.
Blue Eyes.
Fire.
Deputy Gates.
Fire.
Her mother.
Fire.
Stefan.
Fire. Fire. Fire.
She set down the Glock 19, still undecided whether the purchase had been worth it. She preferred her Springfield XD(M) because it fit her hands better. Her boss cut her some slack and let her carry the XD(M), since with it she was the best shot in the department. But the Glock was the official weapon of the sheriff’s office, and so she had to qualify with it, as well.
At the thought of her boss, she would have fired another round if she hadn’t already emptied the magazine. What if Trey Colton lost the election that was less than a week away now? She couldn’t imagine working for someone else. Not to mention that if he didn’t win, it would be so egregiously unfair. He was the best sheriff this county had
