This thing was a helluva lot easier than the one he and Jesse had fired over in the woods behind the school. That crossbow—one that used to hang on the wall above his big brother’s stereo before he went away to college—had been ancient and nearly impossible to set. This one was so freaking simp...
“I wish you would have told me you were going to do this.” I snapped. “Why? So you could talk me out of it?” she answered. Then she shushed me and continued to busily scratch notes from memory into the spiral notebook from her bag. We sat out on th...