Chapter 40 - Throw Them Off Track

I let the bullets fly until I had nothing left in me. My shoulder ached with the need to rest. My tank top had been soaking wet with sweat; my jacket was long forgotten. The atmosphere had grown hot as the day carried on. People had grown tired and left, but I had remained until the very end. Anthony had been called to the mansion for some urgent work, giving me time to think about what had happened.