Uncle Josh tackled me to the ground, narrowly saving me from the bullet. I gasped underneath Uncle Josh’s weight and scraped my hands and knees against the gravel pavement.
“Get in the car, kid!” Uncle Josh snapped. “Those guys will kill us both if we don’t get out of here now!”
Uncle Josh jumped off me and ran over to the driver’s seat. Confused, but not sure what else to do, I rolled to my feet and rushed over to the passenger’s seat. I was vaguely aware of the people on the beach crying out in surprise when they heard the gunshots, but I paid no attention to them. I just tore open the passenger’s door, hopped into my seat, and barely secured my seatbelt before Uncle Josh backed out of the parking space and took us roaring down the parking lot toward the open road.
But the black sedan
