Or Aunt Suke, for that matter.
Hands on hips, Aunt Suke braced for battle, her white hair swirling in a sudden breeze. “I have Polly. I have a house with an alarm system and a lot of hiding places. I’m sure April has a cell phone. And that’s before you put a deputy in my driveway.”
“No gun?”
Aunt Suke’s mouth twisted in disgust. “Of course I have a gun, but I don’t go around shooting at people, including your suspect.”
“No shooting would be preferable, yes. What kind?”
“A shotgun I inherited from my father. It’s clean, it fires fine, it’s unloaded and it’s in my bedroom closet. I use it to scare blackbirds and juvenile delinquents trying to smoke pot in my cornfield.”
Daniel’s eyebrows arched. Surely she wasn’t ser—
Aunt Suke crossed her arms. “Daniel. I said I do not shoot at anyone. You’re not thinking straight or you’d have caught that.”
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