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of guns. It's not made for show, and it doesn't pack as much of a recoil as, say, a .44 Magnum. But I like it. It's sleek, small enough to fit in my purse, and packs enough of a punch that I can feel every shot vibrate through my body, from my index fingers, curled around the smooth trigger, to my toes, encased in pointy, snakeskin pumps, planted at shoulder width as I aimed for the target fifty feet away.
    I pulled back, easing two more bullets down the lane, hearing the satisfying pop of them leave the barrel even through the thick padded ear coverings that were standard issue at Cisco's Range.   
    I lowered my weapon and hit the red button mounted beside me on the mortared safety wall. A sheet of paper bearing a head and shoulders target raced towards me from the end of the lane. Once it was close enough, I checked my accuracy. One shot to the head, two in the torso, and two more near the shoulder. Not bad. The shoulder shots would likely piss a guy off more than stop him in his tracks, but my first shot had been the head wound, so by that time the shoulders would be a moot point.
    I pulled the target down and clipped a fresh sheet of paper to the line before sending it back to its position at the far end of the shooting gallery.
    After spending a sleepless night haunted by images of Judge Waterston's pudgy face, his wife's perfect twinset, and a big red hole in the judge's forehead, I'd awoken cranky, exhausted, and needing to release some nervous energy. In short, I wanted to shoot something. I briefly considered targeting the phone when, after three more tries, Danny still wasn't picking up. But since my entire life was programmed into my phone, I opted for a morning at the gun range instead.
    "Hey, that was pretty good," Sam shouted from the next lane over, gesturing to the mutilated target. "Three of those would have been deadly."
    "Thanks," I responded. Though, I think she was just trying to make me feel better about the four shots that had gone wide and missed the guy altogether. I glanced at her target. Seven shots to the head. All in a neat little circular pattern. What did I tell you? The woman was an animal.
    "So, any luck with Peters yet?" I asked her.
    I watched as she squinted one eye behind her thick safety goggles, aiming at the paper man again. "No," she shouted. "I'm telling you, the man is clean. I went with Caliegh yesterday."
    "And?"
    "We feigned car trouble outside his office. Caleigh even wore that little denim skirt, the one that's frayed up to her butt cheeks. And you wanna know what Peters did?"
    "Tell me."
    "He called triple A for us, waited 'til a tow came, then wished us a pleasant evening and left. Not even a whisper of a pass at either one of us."
    "I'm starting to think you're losing your touch, girl."
    "I'm startin' to think the man's gay!" Sam popped off five more shots.
    "Well, leave him to Caleigh for now. I want you to take over with Shankman. You’re watching his place at noon with Danny."
    "I thought you wanted this guy?"
    I shook my head. "I think I'm going to lay low for a while."
    She paused. "The judge thing?"
    I nodded.
    "Sucks," she offered.
    "I’m aware."
    "But it’s not like it’s your fault. The wife’s the one that shot him, right?"
    "Shh," I cautioned. Mornings at Cisco's meant trigger happy soccer moms and off duty police officers. The moms I didn't worry about so much. The cops, however, didn't exactly take talk of shooting someone lightly.
    But Sam didn't give up. "You talked to Levine yet?"
    I fired off three more rounds. All wild. "I can handle this. We’ll be fine."
    "Uh-huh." Only she didn’t sound convinced.
    "I called him last night," I conceded.
    "And? What did he say?"
    "He said our professional responsibility ended the moment she left our office. We’re fine."
    "Uh-huh." Again with the unconvinced thing.
    And unfortunately, I wasn’t in a real reassuring mood.
    Instead, I smacked the red button, reeling my paper victim back in. A little better this