CHAPTER NINE
Alexa and the killer fired at each other at the same time.
Both hit.
Just as she saw Pérez flinch from her bullet, Alexa felt something slam against her chest. For the second time in the past couple of minutes, she found herself flat on her back.
She lay there for a second, stunned and disoriented. A tight ache in the center of her body felt like a fist had reached into her body cavity and squeezed.
Looking down at her chest, she realized why she wasn’t dead.
The bullet was embedded in her Kevlar vest, its back end looking like a button just below the neckline. At worst, she had a broken chest bone, more likely just the world’s ugliest bruise.
Another shot. Alexa rolled over to get on her stomach. A return shot from a different caliber weapon told her Pérez had gotten i
