Besides, he knew what to expect from the trigger action, no surprises there.The odds were beginning to even up, as Caleb crept toward his next target....Just as he was getting into position, the man screamed and fell back. One of the shooters in the coach had found his mark. The wretch was bleeding heavily from a shattered right shoulder. The bullet had hit him right in the joint and had blown it into small pieces. An artery must have been torn open, from the way the blood was spurting. Caleb. Kathryn was shaken, but it got worse. Moments later she was called to Under Sheriff Ferguson’s office. Jack Ferguson was old school. If he had his way, no female would work road patrol. There was one exception to that belief, Miss Kitty, as they called Sergeant Kathryn Keenan behind her back. Sergeant Keenan was the equal of any man he had. She was as strong as the average man and she was quicker and smarter in tight places. Even the best of men can lose it when things get tight, but Keenan was. There’s a regular pick-up game on that field on Mondays. We could do the school field on Monday, then our neighborhood on Tuesday. Would that work for you?”“Sure. We could pop to the pizza place after practice on Monday and then do extra work after that.”“Sure,” Rhee responded. “We’ve done that a few times so that we could go straight to our field after getting off the bus. In fact, we’re doing that, today.”“Great, and thanks. I look forward to it. See ya Monday.”We curtailed our dribbling. And there was no one around to see her anyway. Well, there was that one time.When Anna was thirteen she had been proud of her rapidly developing body. A soft tangle of tawny curls was growing between her legs and she had small budding breasts that her mother insisted she keep encased in an unnatural contraption called a bra. She loved to swim nude because it allowed her chest to be free of the confining fabric.She had just cannon-balled into the water and come up for air when she heard a twig.