Chapter 9 - SHADOWS ON LONG ISLAND
"Detective Reese," William said softly through the glass. "You really shouldn't interfere in family matters."
Before Reese could respond, two red laser dots appeared on the glass door right over Reese's chest.
"Get down!" Reese yelled, tackling Clara to the hardwood floor just as high-caliber rounds shattered the glass panel.
Bullets tore through the entryway, splintering the oak furniture and shattering wall mirrors.
Reese pulled his sidearm, firing three rapid shots through the broken doorway toward the gravel drive.
William calmly walked back to his sports car under cover of suppressive rifle fire from the trees.
"We have to move to the basement!" Reese shouted, grabbing Clara by her jacket arm.
Clara held her stomach, staying low to the floor as drywall dust filled the air like smoke.
They scrambled through the kitchen and down the narrow concrete steps leading to the wine cellar.
Reese slammed the heavy steel security door shut, throwing two industrial bolts into place.
The thud of heavy tactical boots echoed from the hallway directly above their heads.
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"They're inside the house," Clara whispered, her ragged breathing fill the dark cellar.
Reese checked his sidearm magazine—only four rounds remained.
