Wrenching herself free, she whirled around in anger."Ray Ungar! Are you crazy? Don't you know that's dangerous?"The former Wildcat looked hurt. "Hey, don't get steamed. I was only kidding. Anyway, the gun's not loaded . . . see?"He held it out. The cartridge clip was missing, Nancy noticed. But that didn't make her feel better. Pistols were not weapons with which to joke around."I ought to report you to whoever's in charge of this range," she growled, straightening her shirt.Ray's high, thin voice rose to a whine. "You won't rat on me, will you?""Why shouldn't I?""Ever since Burnett threw me off the basketball team, this is the only fun I have left.""That doesn't give you the right to point your gun at another human being!""Okay. Excuse me! I won't do it again."Nancy relaxed a little, but only a little. She wasn't comfortable around Ray. Who could be, when he acted so weird? In fact, if it weren't for Mike, she would gladly have put him at the top of her list of suspects!Casually she glanced at the paper target on top of one of the firing stations.
