
Sight - S1 : E14
“I’ll take that.” With her gun-free hand, Zoe took the book from the counter. She almost looked military in her olive bomber jacket, her pelt of thick, short hair. “Join the sheriff.” She waggled the gun at me. Slowly, I walked around the counter. A wraithlike face blurred its shiny surface. I looked away, a chill rippling my skin. We weren’t alone. But a ghost wouldn’t stop Zoe. I would. “Did you bomb my station?” the sheriff asked. Zoe’s angular face set with fury. “Tom. T