::Don’t even ask me why,:: Matt grumbled.
Vic counted the people he saw in Matt’s memory. Including Matt himself and the salesman behind the counter, there were six altogether. Then Matt fast forwarded until the gunman entered, adding three criminals to the head count. Vic relayed the numbers to Kendra.
“Only one gun?” she asked, scribbling down Vic’s statement on a notepad she usually carried. “Any other weapons? Any other clerks?”
“Not that Matt saw.” Vic looked at the notepad in Kendra’s hands, then glanced at the cluster of police officers in the middle of the parking lot. “What exactly are you guys thinking of doing here?”
Kendra shrugged. “Not sure. Now with a gun in the scenario, we don’t want to put those hostages at risk. This would be a great time to bust out any ass-kicking
