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A gunshot. Two. Three.
Miriam turned her head to do her best at echo-location, then took off in the direction of the sound, not even considering that moving towards gunshots might be a bad idea. Kim took one last look at the upturned grave of the otter pup before following behind.
Then vocalizations.
The same as they’d heard before. From the devil.
And a scream.
From a woman.
Macy?
“Macy!” Miriam yelled.
No response.
Miriam picked up the pace.
