We have to do it now, before Adam shows up at my house again, because my mother has threatened to deal with him and then send what’s left of his body to his House in a plastic grocery bag.” “Your mother seems confident,” he said. “Do you know what a Light Fifty is?” I asked. “It’s a Barrett M82 sniper rifle.” “My mother was looking at your head through the scope of one while we were eating lunch. We need to find Adam Pierce before my mother shoots him or my grandmother runs him over with a tank. Or before he incinerates our home and my family with it.”
