Chapter 4

“No problem. Let me know if you need anything,” Ellis said, but Bryn was already heading toward the range’s door. Ellis pressed the button behind the counter to admit Bryn into the firing area, and a second later, Bryn had been swallowed by darkened, shatterproof glass and solid concrete. Ellis glanced at the security camera feeds Miss Maggie kept on a computer monitor perched on a desk facing so customers couldn’t see it. Bryn took his position in the lane farthest from the door and started setting up.

So that was it. One-half of this week’s opportunity to win the game was over. Ellis would have to do better in round two, or he risked being completely defeated for the ninth week running