Three explosions

And Molly’s back was straight, her arms stretched out.… Straight out and down, not to that gray box, but to her pistol, that little thing, and Mona heard it go snik-snik-snik, and then three explosions, far off down there, and they must’ve been blue flashes, but Mona’s hands were around Angie now, wrists brushed by blood-smeared fur. To look into gone eyes, the light already fading. Just a long, longest way away.

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Mona Lisa Overdrive ch 42