The dog barked.
“Sit, Thump," Trey said.
The dog did as commanded.
“Out the bathroom window," Trey said in her ear.
She crab-walked it. Trey was behind her and the dog was behind him. The dog wouldn't fit out the window.
Pieces of the house sprayed around them until they reached the bathroom. Mallory opened the window and hoisted herself out. Trey dropped on the ground beside her and both ran towards the woods behind the house. Shrubbery on either side of the house obscured them from the shooter.
“What about the dog?"
“He's in the shower stall. He'll stay until someone gets him out."
She didn't want to be responsible for a dog death that was for sure. The woods opened out onto a smaller road than Sherry lived on. Headlights illuminated then screeched to a halt.
“Get in," Sherry sa
