Mac sat in the garden of her sister’s home holding a coffee cup with the hand that was not in a sling.
Cam took a sip of her tea. “I still don’t get why you won’t press charges.”
“Because, first of all, they didn’t catch the shooter. Second, it was an accident. So let’s drop it.” Mac set down her cup a little too hard.
Cam gave Mac a full three seconds of her most annoyed look. “Sorry. I didn’t know you had such strong feelings about it.”
“I don’t. But I’ve already been grilled by the police. Can we drop it?” Mac did not even bother to look at her sister. Her bandaged shoulder pained her enough; she did not need Cam to add to her misery.
Cam sat forward. “Well, it just isn’t right to just randomly fire a few rounds into the woods. Who does that?”
“People,” said Mac. She leaned her he
