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One by one, he explained each part of the weapon. By the time he finished, several components were on the table and she hoped he didn’t ask her to put it back together. While she listened and watched everything he did, she’d never get the thing in working order again. Perhaps after he demonstrated another four or five times, but not tonight.
“Questions?” Rock picked up what he’d called the frame and started reassembling the pistol.
Yep, she had some of those. One certain one bugged her the most. “How do you turn off the safety?” In books, it always said the character switched off the safety before firing. She’d paid attention. He’d never mentioned or pointed to a safety.
“This one doesn’t have a safety you turn off.” He made quotation marks with his fingers when he said turn off. “It’s got a passive safety system. Pressing the trigger deactivates all of the safeties. As long as you don’t press the trigger, the gun can’t go off even if you drop it out of a helicopter. But some weapons have manual safeties you need to turn off before you shoot. I’ll show you some different models later.”
“Which is better?”
Rock finished reassembling the gun but didn’t slide the loaded magazine back into it. “It comes down to personal preference. I don’t like the manual safeties. In a fire fight, it’s just one more thing to think about.”
“But doesn’t that makes it less safe?”
“Not if you remember the rules. But like I said, it’s personal preference.” He held out the unloaded weapon. “The grip on this is going to be too big. Addie shoots something smaller and your hands look about the same size as hers.”
“Addie shoots?” Her sister-in-law had never mentioned she knew anything about guns, but then why would she?
“Hell yeah and probably better than either of those two detectives who were here. My dad taught us all how. Even my mom. He wanted us safe around weapons.”
She wondered what other unique skills her sister-in-law had. Allison accepted the gun and wrapped her hands around the grip. “I thought it would be heavier.”
“This one’s made mostly of plastic, so it’s light. If it had a magazine in it, you’d notice a difference in weight.”
She thought they only made toy guns out of plastic. Obviously, she had more to learn than she thought.
“Forget what you’ve seen in movies. It’s best to keep two hands on the gun. Yeah, sometimes you can’t and you need to compensate, but I want you to always keep both hands on the grip. And keep your finger off the trigger until you’re ready to shoot.” He repositioned her hands the way he wanted them. “We’ll go over this more when we get to a range, but let’s talk about firing stance. There are three basic ones.”
By the time Rock finished his lesson an hour later, Allison’s head spun from all the information he gave her. She’d thought all you had to do was point and shoot. Now she realized just how naïve her belief had been. She still had more to learn, but at least she had some basic knowledge. That was more than she’d had a few hours ago. She hoped she never needed to use any of it.
Chapter 15
He watched the two men get into their vehicle. Even though they didn’t wear uniforms, everything about them from the way they walked to the car they drove screamed cop. Of course it helped that Detective Wilson was so tall. Thanks to the man’s height, he was easy to remember and identify. He didn’t know the other detective’s name, but he’d find out. Having friends in the department came in handy.
Why had she called them tonight? He understood why she’d hired the bodyguard who’d stuck by her side all day yesterday and today. The shot through Raimono’s window scared her. She had no way of knowing it wasn’t intended for her. If she knew the truth, she wouldn’t have invited him into her house. No, she’d want him as far away from her as possible.
But she didn’t know the truth, which meant, thanks to the punk’s screw up, he had bodyguards now to contend with. He hoped Zane had made the punk suffer for his mistake at Raimono’s apartment.
The sedan drove away and he again wondered why she’d contacted them? She didn’t know he’d been in the house. He was too good for that. He locked up when he left and returned anything he touched back to its original place. He even took his empty water bottle with him. No, it wasn’t possible she knew he’d been making periodic visit to her house since February. Had someone else broken in? Burglaries didn’t happen often in this area, but they did occur. A robbery would account for a visit from the police. A break in would also mean the police would look for fingerprints. Good thing I always wear gloves.
A robbery didn’t seem right. She did have an alarm system even if it was on the older side. An average lowlife breaking in would’ve tripped it, and the place would’ve been swarming with cops much earlier.
Damn, he didn’t have a single answer. He hated not having answers. Answers meant control and power. He needed both. Tomorrow he’d pump, Kitty, his friend in the department for an explanation. Until then, he’d focus on his plans for the weekend.
He smiled at the mental image of Allison’s Marine on the ground, his shirt bright red as his blood drained from a bullet hole in his chest. He pictured himself carrying her with a blade pressed up against her neck as she kicked and screamed over her dead lover’s body. In his mind, he showed her what happened when a woman let someone else touch what belonged to him. The mental image alone made him hard.
He could hardly wait.
Chapter 16
“Nooo.” The faceless lunatic only laughed and pulled Allison closer. Light reflected off the blade he held as the knife moved closer to the artery in her neck. He had to get to her. Rock tried to run, but his boots sank into the cement. Across the parking lot, Allison’s stalker whispered something in her ear and kissed her cheek. Bile rose up in his throat and he yanked his feet from his boots and started running toward them.
“She belongs to me,” the stalker shouted.
Rock ignored him and looked at Allison. Tears streamed down her face, but she remained silent.
“Say goodbye, Allison,” the stalker ordered as he slid the blade along her neck, causing droplets of blood to appear.
His feet slowed, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get them to move any faster.
