Chapter 24

Just then, the little red dog scooted past Perry, darting into the house so fast he looked like a rusty streak. Where had the damned mutt been? What was he up to now? The dog almost tripped the guy with the long gun as he lunged up out of the chair. It was a shotgun, short-barreled and large caliber. An ugly weapon. As soon as the first man cleared the door, the guy cut loose with it, both barrels. Perry moved aside in time. He’d already sensed what was going to happen. So did the other deputy. Buckshot rattled against the plastered walls and scattered into the yard.

A single shot from the front of the house put the hood on the floor. He wasn’t dead and probably not in immediate threat of death, but the shotgun slid from his hands and spun across the floor.