Chapter 12: Reckoning
Oof.
Sharp pain seared through Joe’s shoulder as he landed hard on his back with Ed on top of him, shielding his face from the shards of glass showering down around them.
Joe shook his head, trying to clear his sleep-fogged mind. Had that been a gunshot? Yes, a shotgun blast!. Someone had shot out their bedroom window!
“Stay down,” Ed whispered.
The seriousness of the situation broke through Joe’s muddled brain. f**k that. “I’ll stay low, but I’m getting our shotgun out of the closet and seeing who’s out there.”
Ed rolled off. “I’ll call the police.” He reached for his cell on the bedside table as Joe flipped and crawled toward the closet.
Another crash, different this time, came from the window, along with a bright burst of light and a frightened, pained cry f
