The rotor noise was close enough now that Soren could feel it in his chest.
He had the accelerator pinned and it wasn't enough. The AS365 Dauphin helicopter tracking him along the riverbank had settled into a parallel course off his left side, close enough that he could see the cabin door open and the shooter brace an L119A1 against the frame. Soren took his foot off the accelerator in irregular pulses, breaking the vehicle's rhythm, and drew the Glock 19 with his right hand. He fired through the open window. The rounds were enough to make the pilot pull altitude, which bought seconds but not distance. The police vehicles behind him used those same seconds to close the gap.
The intersection three hundred meters ahead was a wall of blue lights. More than a dozen patrol cars, at least fort
