No Exit by Taylor Adams 2

“Don’t miss.”
“I won’t.”
“Promise you won’t miss?”
The gun rattled in her hand. “I promise.”
One round in the chamber. Like a grim destiny, she’d
carried it in her pocket all night, and now it was finally time to
use it.
The door banged a violent thunderclap as Ashley kicked it
again. Darby flinched, her finger tightening hungrily around
the trigger. She wanted to fire right now, through the door, but
she knew that would be risky. She knew where he was
standing and roughly how high, but she couldn’t count on the
bullet piercing the door with enough power to kill him. She
couldn’t waste her only shot.
She’d have to wait. She’d have to wait for Ashley Garver
to kick down the door and step inside the room with them,
point-blank, whites-of-his-eyes, at a distance she couldn’t
possibly miss—
“You’ve shot a gun before, right?”
“Yep,” she lied.
The doorframe splintered. A long sliver of wood hit the
floor. Ashley screamed outside, banging his fists, a pummeling
animal rage.
“But this kind of gun …” Jay fretted. “You’ve shot this
kind before, right?”
“Yep.”
“Are you a good shot?”
“Yep.”
“Even without a finger?”
“Okay, Jay, that’s enough questions—”
THWUMP. A sharp, pneumatic sound interrupted her.