CHAPTER TWELVE
Bella only half-listened through her lecture classes. Her mind kept drifting away, and not to a happy place. Somehow, she managed to get through the day, but she still felt uneasy, unsettled, unprepared.
I know, she told herself. I need to go practice. That will help.
Swinging by her house, she went to her side of the bed, pulled out the Walther PPK .22 Nathan had bought her. She unloaded the magazine, made sure the chamber was empty, stripped it apart to clean it as he’d shown her. She’d found she liked the smell of g*n oil, the attention to detail required as she carefully cleaned each piece, then reassembled. She’d also learned that if you were a good enough shot, a .22 round could be just as deadly as a bigger one.
She attached the trigger guard, loaded the g*n and a
