“You okay?" James asked Madison.
She shook her head while handing him the gun. “I've never killed anyone."
She looked okay, but she must be in shock, Q thought. Her actions were jerky and she didn't stand still.
Q moved to her side and pulled her into his arms. “It's okay. You were defending yourself." He pulled her toward the door. “We need to get inside."
“Are there more?" she asked.
“At least one. We'll have to pack quickly."
“Sure," she said in a voice that was a ghost of herself.
He led her up to her bedroom. “Pack, Madison. We'll talk in the car."
She nodded. “You thought we'd be safe here."
He frowned. “Yes, I did."
“Will the police be here? After hearing gunshots?"
“This is Pennsylvania. Every other house has a gun. They'll assume it was target practice."
“What about t
