“What the hell are you doing?” I shouted.
Ben stood looking guilty and surprised to see me in this out-of-the-way location. But he recovered, and his usual scowl returned. “What does it look like? Target practice.”
“You can’t kill seagulls!”
“You killed Maxie, didn't you?” I stormed toward him.
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