Chapter Twelve
My relief lasted for exactly ten seconds. That ominous thudding sound filled my ears again, and I called out, “Helicopter!” just as another line of bullets bit into the road a few feet ahead of us.
“Yeah, kinda figured that out!” Kiki shouted back. The van swerved to the left, then over to the right. She continued, “We just need to hang on for a minute more. We’re almost back to civilization — after the next cross street, it’s all houses all the way back to 89A. No way they can continue their pursuit with that many witnesses around.”
Apparently, the occupants of the helicopter had figured out the same thing, because another volley of bullets broke up the asphalt only a yard or so in front of us. I smelled the acrid scent of heated tar and spent creosote as we blew throu
