She aimed down at the silhouette, imagining Him coming through the door at her again.
“It was a long drop,” the detective said, “we thought he died.”
“What? He hit the pavement, you said.” She cried. Her mind reeling at the thought of Him being out there.
“I’m sorry. Like I said, we didn’t think anyone could survive that drop. He hit the pavement, then the river. There was blood. We dredged the river, searched the banks, and we didn’t find anything. We assumed.”
“So, he lived? How could he? How do you know?”
“He took another girl. This one from a school. The DNA matched up on the body, and we were worried about you. You were all over the papers, he might come for you. None of his other victims have lived, we’re putting you in protection.” The detective explained.
“No, I can protect myself now.” she boomed at the cop, standing and leaving.
The trigger snapped, the gun kicked, and a hole was dead center.
“You’re a natural, lady.” the range owner gushed.
“I’m just motivated.” She said, smiling at the holes.