Gibbs shooting three Exes at 15 feet

At this range, Gibbs barely had to aim. Less than fifteen feet. His first round took a baseball-sized chunk of bone and hair out of the side of the woman’s head. The next round caved in the cheek and eye socket of a near-mummified thing in a sky-blue T-shirt shambling behind the dead woman. A third round punched right between the eyes of a teenaged boy coated from nose to crotch with dried blood.
All three exes folded to the pavement.

Excerpt From Ex-Isle, pg 551
Peter Clines
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