He nods, then his gaze shifts toward the thicket behind me. Cars zoom by just a few meters from us, but I realize no one can see us from the road. What is a cop doing hidden here?
“Y… your team, are they stopping the shootout in the thickets?” I ask.
Some more gunshots reach us, but what I hear even more are the screams. And the voices are getting closer.
“What? No, I don’t have a team. I…”
He finally lowers his weapon and tucks it into his belt before taking a step toward me.
“Listen, Pamela, the buddies of the guy I just shot are coming this way, so it’s time for us to get the hell out of here.”
He holds out his hand, but I don’t move. What does he mean, no team? What is he doing here, then? Why did he kill that man?
“Vanessa,” I correct, on high alert.
“Whatever. If you stay her
