One man she couldn't quite see shot the question in her general direction.

The old man shot the question and his grim look at me simultaneously.

Joe nodded, accepting this, but shot the next question immediately.

Harry shot the question, hoping against hope to catch the other out and read the answer in his startled mind.

He'd shot the question at me so unexpectedly I had to have time to recover.

I changed my tack again and suddenly shot the question.

He looked back at Covey and shot the next question.

He looked casually off to the side, at the window, and shot the question at me suddenly.

He shot the question from the side of his mouth.

There was nothing purrful about her voice as she shot the question at me.