"Grenade," Casey told hm. "Joe, what the hell kind of shields do you have here? It should have come right through the window."
"Trade secret," he bit off. "Anyway, they lobbed it so it would only hit the porch. Remember what I said. Bennett doesn't want any casualties until he wrings everything out of you." He unlocked a door next to the kitchen and slid a panel open to reveal a wide closet stocked with arms and ammunition. He handed a Glock to Trey along with extra clips. "I'm hoping you can shoot?"
Trey nodded grimly. "I have one and I've been practicing."
"Good. Let's hope you don't have to use it but it pays to be prepared."
When he handed a rifle to Casey along with a belt of ammunition, Trey watched her load it and set herself up with the ease of long practice. He was torn betwee
