Hannah and the Hitman

Chapter 68

68

HANNAH

There was a thump overhead.

Everyone’s gazes tipped toward the ceiling.

“Stupid squirrels,” Dad muttered. “Can I borrow that gun? I need to finish them off.”

“You are not making any more stuffed squirrels,” Mom ordered my dad. “All our friends already got them for the holidays.”

That thump sounded like a big-ass squirrel.

Perry set the tray on the coffee table. No one touched the drinks.

Briana remained behind the couch.

“I said I would work for you,” I said to Mr. Reggiano. “I said Jack was out of the picture. I think we can leave my family to their punch.”

Sal eyed the punch warily.

Another thump came from above .

“Marcia,” Dad whined.

“If we’re done here, I have to work on my sermon,” Perry said, grabbing a glass and walking out.

Sal sputtered, clearly stunned no one was scared of him or his gun.

Briana finally popped up from behind the couch. “Yeah, I’ve got to work on my routine. You sure know how to pick ‘em, Han.” She eyed Sal as if giving him one last consideration for flirting, then must’ve decided he wasn’t worth it, or perhaps thirty years too old, and followed Perry out of the room.

“Jesus Christ. Are you adopted?” Sal asked.