The shotgun, she remembered again. If only she could bend and grab the weapon underneath her seat, they could attack from both sides. Holding the wheel with her left hand, Billie leaned over and started to grab frantically beneath her seat with her right hand. After a few seconds and a few juicy cusswords she didn’t believe she was capable of saying, she finally felt the cold metal barrel and grabbed it firmly, pulling it quickly toward her. All that remained now was one simple move – shoot her shotgun and hit the black Cadillac, while holding the weapon with only one hand, looking back and driving a car weighing almost two tons at a speed of over forty yards a second. “Piece of cake” Billie thought, if she only could avoid actually hitting her own Charger in the process and thus expressly
