Janey had no idea how to fire a g*n. She only had one, because her daughter’s boyfriend had suggested she get one. She’d bought it, and Travis had video-called her to show her how to load it and use it.
She’d never actually done either. In fact, standing in the doorway with her feet shoulder-width apart, Janey wasn’t even sure the g*n held bullets. She didn’t know if it had a safety, though she’d heard of such a thing. She had no idea how hard to tug on the trigger to get it to go off.
She knew she’d been driving by the house when she’d noticed the front door open. She knew her the crashing of her heartbeat as it cymballed through her ears. She knew she was not letting Riggs out of her sight until he had handcuffs on.
“Janey,” Tessa said, her voice made mostly of surprise. “What are you
