Gus could hear Jade screaming. This time there was no chance it was a cry of happy surprise. Shawn sat up in bed. “What’s happening?” Another burst of gunfire lit up the tents, tearing holes in the nylon at the top. “Is it the killer?” Gus whispered. There was another blast of gunshot, this time from the other side of the camp. And then an answering burst from the first side. “Not unless he’s brought friends,” Shawn said, grabbing his clothes from the side of his bed and sliding into his shorts. Gus grabbed his own clothes and started to change out of his pajamas. Even as he was doing it, he didn’t know why. It wasn’t like the hiking clothes would wick bullets away from his skin like water. But he felt much readier for action as soon as his shorts were zipped. “Maybe he’s fighting it out with Mathis,” Gus said, pulling his shoes on and tying them tight. “Mathis isn’t Melvin Purvis, and the killer isn’t Baby Face Nelson,” Shawn said. “And a tommy-gun battle seems a little out of scale for the crimes involved here.”
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