CHAPTER FIFTY
Rey focused on the mac nuts and I returned to the batter, feigning nonchalance as Slim and Jack stepped from the galley.
As soon as they were gone from view, we sprang into action. I removed the rifle from its casing and found it hadn’t yet been loaded. “Damn.” I crammed it back in and returned it to its resting place.
Rey’s expression changed from hopeful and determined to thoughtful and worried as I grabbed the knife from behind the cutting board and tucked it into the front of my jeans—and sliced myself. I slipped the kitchen washcloth over it as the f-word flew from my mouth like a stock car shooting forward from the start line. I slipped it behind the batter bowl just as Slim re-entered, newspaper in hand, Jack on his heels.
His expression suggested suspicion as he e
