I dove for the door. Carl’s pistol barked twice, streaking the room with white lightning. I scrambled around the corner as another pair of shots blasted into the wall and blew away chunks of stucco.The house swam in darkness, only the blinking of a digital clock painting the shadows a baleful crimson. I ran to the living room to grab what I needed from the poker table and ducked underneath just in time, watching Carl charge past me on his way to the front door. I kept my footsteps light on the shag carpet, moving as fast as I could, ducking into the bathroom as Artie’s bedroom door flew open. He didn’t have a gun, but he’d grabbed one of the samurai swords. He waved it over his head and raced through the house.I crouched between the toilet and the sink, engulfed in shadow. I looked to my left and my heart jumped into my throat. Caitlin perched like a bird on the rim of the bathtub. Her eyes shone in the dark, no longer green. Now they were the color of polished pennies. She put her finger to her lips.“Shh,”
