Chapter Thirty-One
Gretel screamed as the gun went off again. By some miracle, Zander managed to deflect another shot. But now he was unconscious and slumped on top of the crazy stalker, who was fighting to get free.
Even though her right arm throbbed like a swarm of bees, adrenaline kept her going. She made it to the pile of Zander-squashing-the-Stalker and kicked the gun as hard as she could. Her zebra-print boots also had a pretty substantial heel and a sharp toe, but even so, it took two hard kicks to get the gun out of Elizabeth’s hand.
Gretel pounced on it and grabbed it with both of her wildly shaking hands. “I don’t know how to use this!” she yelled as she aimed it at the stalker. “But it can’t be that hard and you’re right in front of me!”
The woman hissed at her, but try as s
