Chapter 25
Officer Friendly was after us seconds after we cleared the smashed gate, no siren or flashing lights, and I was pretty sure no pretense at bringing us in this time. There were no witnesses left to protest his blatantly unprofessional behavior or remind him of our civil rights. Also, Honey had shot him, and I think he was pretty pissed off about that.
The old range was now just a field overgrown with weeds, one end lined with leaning wooden booths and the other with the weathered remains of ancient target backdrops. The largest structure stood between the gravel parking lot and shooting field, a simple, small clubhouse where members paid dues and met to compare caliber sizes.
Local kids used the place as a handy and out of the way party place. The walls were covered with graff
