“As soon as we walked in, Spare14 told me that Dad had never come back. “He will,” I said. “You can’t blame him for not wanting to hang out with a bunch of cops.” Spare14 gave me an odd look. I could have sworn he felt guilty about having arrested my father in the first place, though I couldn’t see why he would. I flopped down on the couch to grab a few minutes’ rest. My Qi badly needed to recharge. “Is there a long gun available?” Ari said. “I wish now that I’d brought mine.” “I have some in th...e kitchen,” Spare14 said. “In that narrow little cupboard. I think it used to hold an ironing board.” Jan grinned and trotted into the kitchen. He brought back two rifles that reminded me of guns from Western movies. He handed one to Ari, who smiled and ran loving fingertips over the wooden stock. Spare14 opened one of his desk drawers, rummaged through it, and gave each man a leather sack of cartridges. “Bolt-action Winchesters,” Ari said. “Solid, but I hope they reload quickly.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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