Chapter 30
Frank jerked hard on the wheel, turning up onto the sidewalk. The whistling sound of bullets cutting through the air had long fallen behind them, but the tension of the moment hung thick within the vehicle, mixed in with the scent of blood pooling through Piper’s shirt.
In the rear mirror, Frank spotted the black MPV’s headlights with a cloud of dust in its wake, speeding to catch them. As the vehicle reached an intersection of the Paseo de Marti, he turned a sharp right onto it and pressed harder on the gas, heading south. As their vehicle easily cruised past the occasional old 1950’s Buick or Russian made Lada, a distant screech told Frank their pursuers were only a block behind.
Frank killed the car lights and looked hard for a way off the main road, which was now feeling
