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  2. Also by Thomas Perry
  3. THOMAS PERRY
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
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Suddenly Wolf seemed to sense it was time to look around him, and he turned to his left just as Leah bobbed up ten feet away from him with her gun aimed at his head, and fired.

Wolf’s blood, a bit of brain tissue, and tiny shards of cranial bone sprayed the inside of the car. A half second later, Leah was at the side window with her gun aimed at the tall man in the passenger seat. She flung his door open and shouted, “Get out!” She yelled louder. “Get out with your hands up! If there’s a gun in your hand, you’re dead too!” She yelled louder than she had ever yelled in her life. “Out of the car!”

The three men had already begun trying to get out, speckled with Wolf’s blood and not inclined to try to shoot anyone. As they came out, Leah hastily patted each of them down, but found their only weapons were on the car seats.

Leah shouted, “Keep your hands high in the air at all times as you walk down the bridge toward those officers. Do it now!” She gave the one nearest her a push in that direction, then gave each of the others a push that sent the man a few feet. She kept the pistol aimed at the men for the first twenty feet.

Leah lowered her Glock and the crowd of people in their cars began to applaud. A couple of the people yelled, “Great work, Officer!” and “You got them!” Leah waved, and began to trot the other way toward the center of the bridge, where she had left her car. After a hundred feet or so, she raised her speed and ran between cars, speeding up to a full run as she went.

By the time she reached the rental car, she was winded and sweating. The lane was clear ahead of her, since she was the sole cause of the traffic jam, so she got in and drove fast toward the west.

38

July 19 was always a somber, quiet day in Weldonville, Colorado. It had been seven years since the first bad July 19, but to most people in town, it felt as though that night had been so big that it couldn’t be confined to a specific year. Every day when they woke up, the memory of the dreadful events reached their minds with the return to consciousness and became real all over again. For Weldonville there were two times: the time before and the time after.