Squealing tires, screams and shouting policemen competed with sirens and racing engines in a dissonance bout, chaos I tried to tune out so I could focus on getting my girl free. Antifreeze caused me to slip on the hood. I grabbed the windshield frame and cut my palm on shards of glass. Didn't feel it. A sob burst from my lips as I crawled in to inspect the door crushed over her. I stroked her cheek. “I got you,” I whispered fervently.
Another gunshot sounded, this one from far beyond the cops, and it dawned on me Shocker was circling them, keeping traffic between them.
They'll never catch her on foot, my subconscious reassured me.
I knew the risk she was taking for us and didn't want it to be for nothing. I had no time. I needed a solution.
I looked through the partition, out the buste
