“Yes,” she said quietly. “My ex-husband isn’t a very nice guy and there was some… trouble at the beginning of the divorce. I bought the gun for protection.”
Sully stared at her, hard. The thought that her ex had done something to her that required Cordelia purchasing a firearm made him f*****g furious. Did he hit her? Attack her? Stalk her?
“Where is this fucker now?” he asked, his voice harsh.
She looked startled at his anger. “Jail.”
“Ah.” He calmed down marginally. “OK, then.”
“So, Cordelia,” Dallas said, trying to get the conversation back on track. “How good of a shot are you?”
“I’m not bad.”
Sully almost rolled his eyes. Cordelia was the Queen of Understatement, most especially so when it was her own skills or abilities that were in question. If she said that she was ‘not bad’
