CHAPTER 16
Click.
Kennedy pried one eye half open. Had she heard right?
Click.
No louder than a retractable pen collapsing on itself. General stared at his gun in stunned rage.
Grandma Lucy opened her eyes and smiled at him sweetly. “I should have mentioned one more thing. God promised me in the book of Isaiah chapter 54 that no weapon forged against me would prevail.”
General stared stupefied.
Ray sprung out of his seat. “His gun doesn’t work!”
Three other men jumped up at the same time. Two tackled the fat lieutenant in his Hawaiian shirt from behind, sweeping his legs out from under him and letting his own body weight do the rest. Ray and someone in a dark suit confronted General head on, both working to twist the gun out of his hold. Ray finally succeeded and slid out the cartr
