Chapter 295: Screwing Up

I paced the foyer, Petunia padding next to me, my constant companion. But her soft counterpoint to my own pacing was comforting, despite the fact I still trembled just a little at the memory of the gunshot, being thrown to the ground, and subsequently hustling back to the retreat proper with the knowledge a gunman or woman prowled the woods.

Jill wasted no time when Eddie appeared, confiscating his weapon and locking up every other gun she could locate, Bill assisting. Part of me wanted to ask her why she hadn't done so in the first place, but the furious way she stomped around the lodge told me she was already furious with herself for her oversight and didn't need me giving her a hard time over such a rookie mistake.

Mind you, I hadn't thought about it, either, not that I was actually in law enforcement, so poking at Jill wasn't entirely fair.