The warehouse emptied in less than thirty seconds. Motorcycles roared to life while trucks tore through the front gates, and every member of Devil's Hollow raced toward the truck stop where Luca had been shot.
Nobody spoke over the radios and nobody needed instructions. The flashing emergency lights became visible long before we reached the highway.
Several sheriff's deputies had already blocked traffic while paramedics worked frantically beside Luca's pickup. The windshield had shattered.
The driver's side window hung in broken pieces. Blood covered the pavement beneath the open door and I jumped from the truck before Knox had completely stopped.
"Luca!" I yelled.
A paramedic reached out to block my path.
"Ma'am, you can't..." The medic said and Knox stepped beside me.
"Move." Knox
