Gerard watched Megan duck into the passenger side of her car parked in Kirstie’s driveway. “You’ve never even been to Barnes Lodge and Resort, much less seen the inside.” She reached into her glove compartment and came out with her Smith & Wesson .357 Magnum. “I know how to find my way around an unfamiliar building in search of dangerous people, but my job would be easier if I didn’t have a sidekick to protect.” “You know arguing won’t do you any good,” she said as she checked the seven-chamber cylinder. “Yet I still do it because someday I think you might listen.” She pulled a tiny flashlight from the console. “What do you think that says about you?” “Maybe I keep expecting you to use common sense.” He wanted to add for once, but that was unfair. She typically used a great deal of sense. She’d just lost sight of it since Joni’s death. She flipped on the powerful little light and shone it up from her chin, placing the intriguing lines of her face into shades of gray, white and black as she made a face at him, obviously unaware that her nose was red from crying.
