“Two more, Ma’am,” the driver added, his voice tightening. “Silver sedan joining from the left.”
Daphne’s muscles tensed. “Evasive maneuvers. Now.”
The driver wrenched the wheel hard, sending the town car lurching into a narrow side street. Tires screeched against asphalt as they accelerated, the engine roaring to life with newfound urgency.
The crack of gunfire shattered the night.
The rear window exploded inward, glass fragments spraying across the backseat. Daphne dropped low, finding the gun hidden under the seat in one fluid motion.
The black SUV barreled after them, its passenger leaning out the window with a pistol gleaming in the streetlights.
Daphne squeezed the trigger twice. The first shot pinged off the hood; the second caught the shooter in the shoulder, sending him reel
