Chapter Twenty-Five
Tommy's instincts were good, her reaction time, better. Before it even registered, she was already going down. The ta-ta-ta-ta-burst seemed all around her face. Smoke, glass and bullets flying through her hair. But somehow Tommy got to her knees, scrambling back as Ann leaned out through the busted window trying to bring the muzzle to bear. The gun went off again. A zipper-line of lead blew concrete dust and chips up into Tommy's eyes but she managed to roll to the side and found cover behind the rear fender of Ann's car.
Tommy crouched, listening to the creak of hot metal and the sound of her own breathing. Standoff, she thought. If I run she'll mow me down like so much summer wheat. If the car door opens and she steps out, she thinks I'll have a clear shot, and at t
