This is the part where she kills twelve men in forty-five seconds, he thought. I timed it once.
He wasn’t watching to relive the horror. He was watching because new rumors had surfaced. Whispers that Roberta had disappeared again. That the Blood Trail wasn’t over. That she’d left behind the Lovelace estate one night, taking only a vintage Winchester and a photograph of a man named "Garcia."
"She never left. Only reloaded."