Lucille shouted when the sound of the gun shot resonated across the sitting room. Her eyes had been shut too.
And perhaps that had been the reason for her astounded gasp the next minute when she opened her eyes and saw that the woman, Sheila, was still standing, her right hand at a ninety degree angle with her body, her palm fisted like she was holding something, and her eyes, oh, they were blazing with fury.
More astonishingly, she wasn't bleeding.
Lucille darted her gaze from Sheila to her stepfather. He was as astonished as she was, especially when Sheila opened her hand, and let the bullet fall from it. There was not a mark there.
Yes, he was surprised, just like Maryanne too, but not daunted.
For the next minute, he raised the gun to shoot again.
But this time, Sheila was faster.
She zapped past Lucille who watched with mouth agape, and knocked off both the man and the gun.
