He nearly cowered at the sound before it for Celeste and threw her to the ground. “Nice to meet you, Annie. That’s Celeste and Jesus Christ I’m stupid as hell.”
Ronnie dove for the gun. He twisted. Shots fired off at the thing in succession the last ten in the magazine and the thing went down. He’d dropped his weapon, the trusty leg of the chair from earlier and the click, click, click of the Glock went in time with his heart.