Stealth shooting exes from her motorcycle across an alley

I heard the repeating bang, saw the heat spike, traced both bullets as they streaked down the alley and smashed their way into the old woman’s head. Her face collapsed in on itself like a balloon. She dropped like a sack.
Stealth swung herself off her motorcycle and holstered the pistol. “Are these the only ones you have seen?”

Excerpt From Ex-Heroes, pg 131
Peter Clines
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