"On the Way to a Mystery"
Run for cover!
Roger saw the windshield shatter before the sound of the gunshot reached them. He highly respected his wife's speed, but his reflexes were honed in the war, his reaction was nearly without thought. "Cover!" he shouted, tackling Chrys down to the gravelly dirt of the road, behind the car.
"Ow," glared Chrys.
"Blame them for getting your dress dirty, not me," Roger said. Another window shattered, followed by another crack. "Sniper rifle, big caliber," he commented, head cocked. "Not US Army. Not Krauts, either."
"Why," asked Chrys, "would ghosts use guns?"
"Better yet, how are we going avoid becoming ghosts ourselves?"