CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
When DeMarco slammed on the brakes in front of the Forester home, Kate was nearly thrown directly into the dashboard despite the seatbelt. DeMarco threw the car into park and both women got out, sprinting directly to the front door. Kate was not at all surprised to find it locked and started to draw her foot back to kick it in. She then saw that the lock beneath the knob was an electronic one and decided she’d rather not dislocate her ankle or knee.
“Stand back,” DeMarco said, leveling her gun toward the lock.
Kate swiveled to the side and winced as DeMarco fired off a single shot. The lock was obliterated and made a series of clicking noises. DeMarco drew back and delivered a harsh kick that sent the door flying inward, her second such attack of the day.
Kate flank
