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Shots continued to ring out while Thundermen converged on the house, ducking behind planters, telephone poles, and anything else that would serve as cover. Wendy and Shea remained on the ground behind a bush.
“I think I see Annie in the car.” Shea said. “You stay here. I’ll go get her.”
“She’s my daughter. I’m coming with you.”
A gunshot ricocheted off a rock a foot from Wendy’s head. She shrank back, covering her head with her arms.
“Just stay here. Don’t need you getting your head blown off by this f*****g cop.”
With her Glock in hand, Shea sprinted to the cruiser and crouched down with her back against the rear door. “Annie? You in there? It’s your Aunt Shea.”
Shea heard a muffled moan, followed by a thump.
Shea took a breath, leaned over the windowsill, and peeked inside. A
