The street exploded into motion. People screamed and scattered as another gunshot cracked through the air. Adrian pulled me behind a parked van, his arm shielding me as shards of glass rained down. The air smelled of smoke and gasoline. Somewhere in the distance, a car engine roared to life.
“Emma, stay down,” he said, his voice steady but urgent.
I peeked out from behind the van. The black car Daniel had been in was gone, tires screeching as it disappeared into the next street. A trail of smoke followed it. Someone had tried to kill him — but who?
Adrian pressed a hand to his ear, his gaze darting between the rooftops. “They’re still here,” he muttered. “Sniper, maybe two. We need to move.”
He pulled me along the narrow alley behind the café, weaving through crates and garbage bins un
