Bullets ricochet off St George and kill someone

“I put my hands up, tried to calm her down, and she shot me. Knocked me away from the railing and I fell to the ground.”
George paused and rubbed his chest again. “When I jumped back up,” he said, “she was just lying there. Half the shotgun pellets had bounced back off my ribs. She’d been hit in the face and throat.”

Excerpt From Ex-Isle, pg 33
Peter Clines
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