Chapter 133
INT. - ST. MARY'S UNDERCROFT - AFTERNOON
He beat her to it, shot ringing out in the dark. Gerri held her position while Kinsey gasped behind her, the bullet going wide. Lucky, damned fucking lucky the man was a terrible shot or his gun misfired after all these years.
She wouldn't give him a second chance.
But, even as Gerri's finger was squeezing the trigger, Gage thrust Curtis from his grip and threw himself forward, into Sommers.
Gerri ran without thinking, hurtling herself at the pair, even as the custodian's weapon discharged for the second time. The two were down in a heap, hitting the ground with a thud and two matching exhales of air. She circled them, weapon ready, but the moment Gage rolled free, the familiar stench of blood told Gerri everything she needed to know.