Chapter 52: Down
3:37 A.M.
“f**k you!” Coose yelled at the agents. He popped off three immediate shots from his Magnum, aiming wildly because his eyesight was bad. Not only had he previously removed his contacts after we f****d each other, but the room was also a dismal shade of gray and allotted very little light. He was a good shot and was skilled at handling a handgun. Fate wasn't on his side that night, and unfortunately he missed his target.
I saw one shot fly out of Coose’s gun, which glided past Ridge’s right hip. Another whizzed over his skull. And the final shot, plummeted into the cottage’s front door, splintering its wood.
Again, Ridge yelled, “Put the f*****g gun down! I’m not telling you again!”
Coose didn’t want to hear it, always against taking orders. He popped of anot
