Cindy Powell uses detective work that she learned from her father as a young girl in her job as a real estate mogul Benson Easton's assistant. Benson needs to know every detail about an associate before doing business with them. It's Cindy who digs...
"It's there; I know it is because when I look at you, I can feel it. And I look at you, and I'm home." Finding Nemo
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I feel Sam's warm breath on my neck, and relief floods my body.
"Babe, are you okay?" Sam's voice is firm and free from any sign of injury.
"I'm good. What about Dad?"
My dad answers my question when I hear his voice.
"Dee!"
"She's good, Jerry," Sam assures him.
With his gun drawn, Sam instructs us, "Everyone, get into the house, and I'll cover you."
Sam moves off of me and begins shooting in the direction of the shot fired towards us.
I gasp much-needed air and take off for the front door. My dad is right behind me. We both look back, expecting to see Frank. Instead, we see Sam carrying Frank to the door. My dad immediately grabs his pistol and starts shooting from the front door to cover Sam and Frank.
I watch in horror as I see Frank bleeding from his abdomen; blood is already saturating his shirt. Once I get over my shock, I run to the kitchen to get my phone and call 911.
"I'll call 911!" I yell hysterically.
"No, Cindy!" Frank screams, "It is just a flesh wound. A couple of bandaids, and I'll be good as new."
I change my direction and run up the stairs to get the first-aid kit. By the time I make it back down, my heart has settled. I sigh with relief when I see Frank with his shirt off and my dad cleaning his wound.
"Here." I hand the first-aid kit to my dad. He takes it and begins dressing Frank's injury.
Sam is looking out of the window. I walk over and place my hand on his shoulder. He turns and looks at me, and I can see the determined detective look in his eyes.
"What're you thinking?" I ask, knowing full well that my man has already thought out what our next step would be.
He points, and my eyes follow the direction of his finger. "I'm sure that the gunfire came from that wooded area. Once we patch up Frank, we'll approach the sector from behind the barn. I'm positive that the shooter has already fled and hope to find clues."
"All set," Frank announces as he slips one of my dad's tee shirts over his head, looking as if a bullet didn't just hit the man.
Sam relays his plans to Frank and Dad.
"I'll grab the forensic kit that I brought," Frank announces as he walks out of the front door, daring the shooter to take another shot.
Lucky for Frank, nobody shot him. Sam's right; the shooter must have immediately fled the scene after firing at us.
