Quinn exhaled—and released. The quarter-inch steel ball launched with tremendous velocity, whizzing through the air at a couple hundred feet per second. At twenty feet away, Quinn did not miss. She never missed. She shot Sebastian Desoto in the throat. The steel ball struck him below and just to the right of his Adam’s apple. It was not a bullet. It was not powerful enough to break the skin, but it could still do damage. And it would certainly hurt like a mother.
