Chapter 21
“Drop it, asshole,” Allison said, aiming a gun at Victor’s head. Where the hell did she get a gun? Krissy stayed low, crab walking to hide behind the freezer, wishing she did more squats. Pain radiated in her thigh at the effort, but she ignored it. Pain was the least of her worries right now. Her cousin had lost his damn mind, and Willow Cove’s famed reporter was brandishing a gun like she was the star of some TV drama.
“I thought I knocked you out,” Victor growled.
“Lucky for me, I can take a hit. Not so lucky for you. Now I’m going to ask you one more time. Drop the gun.”
“Or what? You’ll shoot? If you ask me, you’re a lousy shot.”
“Ha! You think I didn’t do that on purpose?” She aimed the gun to his right. “Name the target.”
“Um. Allison, please don’t put any more bull
