107He crumpled to the floor. Gaby waited a few beats, then leapt from the bed clutching the firearm. She grabbed her phone off the dresser, all the while pointing the gun at the prostrate man, whose blood was pooling on the floor. If he moved, she would shoot him again. But he remained still.
Gaby located a pair of shoes and bolted out the door. With both vehicles gone, her only option was to run. She headed toward the backyard garden, then alongside the greenhouse. Beau appeared and yipped. “Come on, Beau!” Gaby ran into the woods.
A short time later, shielded by a thick stand of mesquite trees, she doubled over, breathing heavily, the result of her escape and the illness that gripped her lungs. Then, Gaby reached for her phone and punched in 911.
Walt pulled into the drive and a surge
