Chapter 062
The sound of crumpling metal faded behind him as Soren kept driving. He did the math without taking his eyes off the road. Twelve rounds fired total. Five left in the chamber. No spare magazine, which meant those five bullets had to do two jobs at once: keep him alive long enough to find more ammunition, and ideally secure a better weapon while he was at it. Neither task was going to be straightforward. He came out onto the approach to Sable Plaza and immediately saw that it was finished. The police had beaten him there. A cordon of marked vehicles blocked the intersection, and a spike strip had been laid across the full width of the road, its teeth glinting under the streetlights. Beyond it, more than a dozen armed officers had taken up positions along the barrier and were already raisi
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