I stomped on the brake pedal with everything I had.
The heavy Camaro’s ABS kicked in with a sharp, shuddering screech, locking up the tires on the slick asphalt. Instant deceleration took over, sending the sudden momentum surging forward. "Okay, hotshot... you wanna play?" I snarled.
With a heavy thud, Jasper’s massive form lost his grip on the rear glass, tumbling straight over the roof of the car. He skidded across the slick hood and crashed onto the rain-soaked pavement right in front of the bumper.
I slapped the transmission into park, tore off my seatbelt, and reached under the driver's seat. My fingers wrapped around the textured grips of my twin high-caliber sidearms—custom Academy-issue, loaded with hollow points. I popped the door open, stepped out into the pouring rain, and
