An anguished wail shatters the stillness. I jump to my feet and rush around the car. Kai has his quarry pinned to the ground and is in the process of breaking the man’s arm. The shooter’s other arm is listless and lying at an odd angle.
Crack.
I flinch as the man screams. With his face turned away from me, I can’t see what he looks like.
“Cub. Can you open my trunk and see if there’s enough space?” Kai asks conversationally as he turns to grab the man’s leg.
“Enough space for what?”
Crack.
“To pack our friend,” he says over the man’s wailing cries and grabs the other leg.
“Umm . . . Is that necessary?”
“Yes.” Crack. A greater intensity of screaming. “I don’t have a rope to tie him up. Can’t risk having him flee after he tried to kill you. I intend to question him when we get back.”
