The grim, sinister purpose of her voice knifed through to everyone’s consciousness.
“That means you, too, Sergeant,” she said. “Get ’em up.”
Sellers turned too quickly, and Susie Irwin pulled the trigger. The room was filled with sound, and Sellers, as one dazed, looked at the blood streaming down from his shattered right hand.
The grim reality of the situation suddenly impressed itself on everyone. Susie Irwin meant business.
Amelia Jasper struggled to her feet.
“Come on Amelia,” Susie said.
Amelia ran, a hobbling, one-sided gait. Quite evidently every step was painful.
Sellers tried reaching for his gun with his left hand. He couldn’t make it. Bertha Cool lumbered to her feet and charged down the corridor like a tank going into battle.
Susie Irwin stopped at the front door, turned, and took deliberate aim.
I stuck out my foot and tripped Bertha Cool. She went down with a bang that shook the house. Susie Irwin pulled the trigger, and the bullet went swishing through the air right where Bertha Cool’s ample chest would have been if I hadn’t tripped her.