Killman Creek (Stillhouse Lake, #2)

by Rachel Caine

The gun in my hand is a semiautomatic, so it has a minimum of seven bullets. I’ve fired four. The video operator is still standing there filming me. Maybe he truly doesn’t understand that he isn’t just crew, that he’s a guilty accomplice to horrors. Maybe he thinks his camera is a magic shield. I shoot him, and he goes down. Five.