C24 Chapter Twenty Four

Dead Center

ONE MONTH AGO

I HADN'T USED my gun in a while, not since I'd been attacked by the Midnight Murderer, and Ash didn't want me to get rusty in my shooting practice. He felt that, even in the midst of wedding prep and crazy family drama, we should go "shoot shit."

As it turned out, it was great stress relief—which he probably knew, that sneaky bastard.

I squeezed the trigger, once