Shade had something in her hand—her relatively normal hand. It was the gun, the one Sunglasses had in his waistband. Cruz was about to tell her to throw it away when Shade did just that. She threw the gun in the direction of the lake. The gun should have flown twenty or thirty feet and landed on the grass between tombstones. Instead there was a crack! and the gun, breaking the sound barrier, sailed over the tallest headstones, over the length of the graveyard, over Lake Shore Drive, and splashed in the water of Lake Michigan, a quarter mile away.

Monster, Chapter 6