On the highway, inside the speeding vehicle, Zoey turned back, glancing out the back windshield at the car still on their trail. The road was lonely with only their car and the one behind.
One of the assassins stuck his head out the car's side window and pointed a gun in her direction.
“Gerald, watch out,” Zoey barked. She turned forward and lowered her head.
The gunshot sounded behind, loud, but Gerald acted quickly. He moved the car just before the bullet could make contact.
“We’re close,” Gerald’s voice hardened. He frowned and gripped the steering with both hands again, one still bleeding out. “Just hang on, Captain, we’re making it out of this alive.
Zoey lifted her gaze, staring forward. On the narrow road ahead, a light flickered, along with blaring sirens. The backup police
