CHAPTER NINETEEN
I am sick, sick, sick of gunfights.
Bo, Harris, and I ducked as more shots rang out.
“Here we go again,” Bo said.
Harris barked something into his radio, asking for backup.
I kept the fight in view from the safety of the backseat. We were still in ricochet distance but a lot safer than last time. The members of King Porky’s gang never saw the bullets coming. One of them caught a bullet to the dome and dropped right on the steps of the porch he was sitting on.
The sirens started almost immediately.
Levonte fired and dropped another gang member as he tried to run. Two out of three.
The third unlucky victim was hiding in the bushes next to the porch, a gun drawn. I could see the fear on his face.
The magic swirling inside Levonte dazzled and glowed as he stalked acro
