Linda Crowder - Jake and Emma 02 - Main Street Murder Read Online Free

try to track the caller down using Luke’s phone records but I’d be willing to bet the call came from a prepaid cell phone that no longer exists.”
    Emma shuddered.  “I don’t like to think about something like this happening in Kristy’s building.”
    “I can’t imagine she’s in any danger,” Jake assured her.  “It’s just coincidence he lived in the same building.  She didn’t know Vince, did she?”
    “No,” Emma shook her head.  “She remembers meeting him but couldn’t even remember his name.”  Emma turned to break up a cat fight that had gotten a bit too loud.  She turned back to Jake, “I’m glad it doesn’t have anything to do with Kristy.”
     

     
     
    Kristy stood with her legs shoulder width apart, knees gently bent, her right leg slightly in front of her left.  Her arms were held straight in front of her, her right hand cradling her pistol and resting on her left hand to steady her aim.  She closed her left eye and drew a bead through the rear site, lining her aim up carefully with the front site. 
    She took a shallow breath, unconsciously holding it while she fired.  Her arms rocked back with the recoil and she quickly steadied herself and fired, repeating the motion until she had emptied the ten round clip into the target.
    Pleased, she pulled off her protective glasses and pink camouflage ear protectors and pushed the button that brought the target gliding toward her on a smooth track, suspended to hang at eye level.  She closely examined the marks on her target, noting that her aim had improved considerably since she’d started coming to the Casper Hunt Club Shooting Range.
    She smiled.  Emma had recommended the range after she had taken shooting lessons in order to surprise Jake with her marksmanship.  Those lessons had saved both their lives, inspiring Kristy to brush up on her own shooting. 
    She carried her pistol for protection but other than a quick “how to” from the gun dealer, she hadn’t really given it much thought.  She had never expected to use it, but keeping it with her gave her peace of mind.  With a murder just one floor away, Kristy had decided it was time to put some effort into becoming a good shot.
    She took the paper target from the track and tucked it into her bag.  She was a methodical person and liked to keep track of her progress.  She gathered her pistol and equipment and moved out of the range area to a workbench in the next room.  Here she took the pistol apart, cleaned it and reassembled it.
    “You’re starting to look like you might know what you’re doing with that gun, Miss Castle.”  Kristy smiled and greeted George Walker, volunteer manager of the range, who had taught Kristy most of what she knew about firing and maintaining her weapon.  He was a retired Army sergeant, who now spent his time teaching hunter safety when he wasn’t drinking beer and trading stories down at the Legion Hall.
    “T hank you, G.W.” replied Kristy, smiling up at him.  “You were right, you know.  It really is more fun to shoot when you hit the target once in awhile.”
    The older man laughed.  Kristy liked the sound of G.W.‘s laughter.  Not one of those polite “ha ha ha” laughs that ne ver seemed to reach the eyes, his was full and loud and sounded like it came all the way from his toes.  He reminded Kristy of her grandfather and he in turn thought of her as one of his own children.
    “I read in the paper about that guy getting shot over there by you,” he said.  “I figured you’d be in after that.”
    Kristy shook her head sadly, “It’s a sad thing coming when you can’t even be safe in Casper anymore.”
    G.W. leaned an arm on the workbench and looked down at Kristy.  “ Hell, you can get yourself shot anywhere, Kristy.  Some people just seem to find trouble wherever they are.”
    Kristy nodded, “Or trouble finds them.”

     
    Cheri Jackson was not looking forward to the day ahead of her.  She’d moved to