“I don’t know. I haven’t even seen who—”
Suddenly, I hear the familiar pop, pop, pop of gunfire pingingagainst the back of my car.
“Shit.” I lunge for my gun in the glove compartment. “Not anaccident.”
I give Arslan my location and then hang up the phone withoutanother word. I need to be fully present if I’m going to get outof the next few minutes alive.
I kick at the door with all my strength. It takes two attempts,but the metal finally creaks open. I slide out and drop to acrouch behind the ruined vehicles.
More violent cracks echo through the air. I can’t see who’sshooting, but judging by the frequency of shots, it’s at leasttwo people. Maybe three. Maybe more.
I reach into the hidden compartment under the driver’s seatand pull out my subma
