Chapter 7
Jazzlyn ran across a rope bridge, dodging bullets from Lax’s gang. Several bullets struck the ropes and the bridge started to break in half. She grabbed onto a rope and swung through the air, kicking her way through a window as the bridge slapped against the side of an office building. She landed in an empty room and rolled across the floor.
“Lax, you bastard,” she said, pulling herself into a run through the abandoned building. She zigzagged through a maze of cubicles, staying low and running as fast as she could while trying to avoid trash and broken glass on the floor. The smell of filth and mold crowded her nostrils, but she tried not to think about it, even as she stepped in a pile of vomit.
She and Lax were supposed to have an agreement. She had thought he was going to s
