CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
In a full sprint, Avery ran.
Her gun was out with the safety off.
“Stop!” she cried. “Police!”
The man was waiting for her when she turned the corner. His jacket was open and he pulled a gun with a long silencer on the end. The weapon made a soft, almost harmless ptew sound as it fired.
The night was quiet. There was a gentle breeze. Like a dream, Avery heard the gun eject bullets, and she felt the force of their trajectory as they glided past her face and arms.
She spun behind a car.
A single pang came from a bullet against metal and the silence returned. In the distance, there was the faint sound of an ambulance. A car beeped incessantly at some traffic jam many blocks away.
Avery shuffled toward the front of the car.
The gunman had performed the same move.
