A few seconds later, Delaney and Billy cautiously came up beside me, looking carefully down the road in both directions.
"Two handguns." Billy stopped and rubbed his nose. "Just blasting off shots."
"High-capacity magazines. Probably around thirty shots all told." I pointed at two of the casings. "A forty and a nine."
He studied the brass. "Seems like somebody don't like you much, Doc."
Delaney snorted and shook her head. "That's a long f*****g list."
The sheriff's SUV slid around the corner and parked, followed by one of his deputies. He warily assessed the whole area as he walked up. "You have something to tell me, Needles?"
"Somebody did a driveby, a couple handguns, emptied their magazines and bolted. We didn't get a look, didn't have a chance to shoot back."
He looked at Billy,
