The moment Clark shouted “Clear!” she saw movement in the green trailer. Garrett Mason appeared in the window Clark wasn’t covering and aimed his AR-15 in Kimbra’s direction.
She pivoted, squeezed off two shots at him.
The lights died. The trailer’s windows shattered. Garrett tumbled out of view. And behind Clark there came the sound of a rifle crack—a gunman, there was another gunman here—and Kimbra—
Clark spun around the front of the black camper as the lights came up again. She saw the way Kimbra hit the dirt: you didn’t get up again after falling like that.
Clark saw a flash of metal above her in the window of the triple-wide and let her momentum carry her up the step of the black camper. She leaped across the threshold and threw the door shut behind her. Something in the door’s frame let out a loud, heavy clunk.
“No!” From the direction of the tall triple-wide, Clark heard Mr. Lott let out a scream. “No! How is she here? Why did no one tell me she was here?”
Joel stared at Clark. No, his eyes said.
She could only nod her head. Yes.