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from her.
    Patrick watched as the blackened target became smaller and smaller. The woman with the gun made no effort to halt its progress. Just how far was she sending it?
    “You planning on stopping that thing anytime soon? Nobody expects you to shoot at a perp fleeing the scene in Nevada.”
    The target still hadn’t gone as far as she could shoot, but Maggi pressed the button to oblige Patrick. The paper target looked little bigger than a suspended stray piece of confetti.
    Closing one eye, she took careful aim and fired.
    Curious, Patrick didn’t wait for her to discharge the weapon again. Holding his hand up to stop her from firing, he pressed the button to retrieve the target. When it came back, he saw that she’d hit it dead center. He felt he had to assume that it was just a freakish coincidence, but for argument’s sake, he gave her the benefit of the doubt.
    “Not bad,” he conceded, releasing the target, “if you’ve got the time to line up your shot.”
    Maggi said nothing. Instead, reaching over him, she pressed the button again, sending the target back even farther away than before. This time, Patrick made no comment about the target’s proximity but waited until she stopped it herself. And then, just when the target had reached the end of its run, she pressed for its return.
    Once the line was activated again, Maggi began firing, sending off five rounds before the paper target came back to its place of origin.
    Without a word, Patrick examined the target. She’d sent all five rounds into the same vicinity as the first. Two of the shots were almost on top of each other, the rest close enough to make the hole bigger.
    Staring at it, Patrick had to admit to himself that she was impressive. But he’d never admit this to her.
    “Not bad,” he said again, “if the perp is running in a straight line and not firing back.”
    He was doing it to annoy her, Maggi thought. He wasn’t the first man she’d had to prove herself to, and losing her temper wasn’t part of the deal. She loaded a fresh clip into her weapon.
    “I guess we’ll just have to wait for the right occasion,” she told him calmly.
    “I guess. We done here?”
    She squared her shoulders, feeling a slow boil begin. She could have gone on firing, but obviously it didn’t prove anything to this lug. “We’re done.”
    “Good.” Patrick took off his earphones and walked back to the front desk.
    He was a hard man, Maggi thought, but then she already knew that. And she also knew that she’d made her point. Taking a deep breath, she hurried back to the front desk and handed in the remainder of the box of ammunition to Baker, as well as the earphones.
    Baker looked surprised that she had cut her time so short.
    “Fun time’s over, Baker,” she explained. “We’ve got to get back to the station.”
    The officer put the earphones away. “See you around, Annie Oakley,” he chuckled.
    Patrick stood at the door, waiting for her. “He knows you.”
    She walked out first. “We’ve talked.”
    He had a feeling she talked to everyone and everything, living or not. “So, how long have you had this supervision?”
    It was a backhanded compliment. Nevertheless, she accepted it gladly. She barely suppressed the smile that rose to her lips, but Maggi knew he’d think she was preening. She walked briskly beside him to the car.
    “I don’t. What I had was a father who was on the job for twenty-two years. He put a gun in my hand when I was old enough to hold one and took me out to the firing range.” She still remembered the first time. The weapon had weighed a ton, but she’d been far too proud to say anything.
    “Some people would frown on that.” He passed no judgments himself. People were free to live their lives any way they saw fit, as long as it didn’t impinge on others. Or him.
    “Yeah, well, my father wasn’t exactly your average guy. He wanted me to have a healthy respect for guns and to know what one could or couldn’t