Chapter 15
(Seattle, Tuesday, May 6, 2014)
Taking Angie to a gun range turned out to be a lot of fun, Mac found. And she had a good eye. Her upper-body strength was a problem, as was typical for women, but still she was better than most of the women he’d taught to shoot over the years.
Most important, she liked it. And when she finally hit the target (not the bullseye, but the target) she’d done this little victory dance that made him grin at her. And take her gun away before she shot one of them.
He let her use the two weapons he was planning on taking, his Glock, and a long-range rifle, a Remington 700 .270. Her hands were too small for the Glock’s grip. She could use it, but her hands got tired really quickly. He considered what he had that might work better for her. He had a Ruger
