Logan pressed the brake hard and turned the steering, doing a smooth one-eighty. The Range Rover squealed, barely losing any traction before he flattened the gas pedal and we accelerated once more, going back to where we"d come from. I turned to watch the SUV pursue us—but it remained, parked where it was, blocking the street.
Puzzled, I turned back in time to find a similar SUV slide sideways and block the road ahead. I jolted with fear and braced my right hand on the dash.
Boxed. It was the only word playing inside my head. We were boxed in.
There was a popping sound and the car lurched a little to the right, just as it made a hissing noise. The long barrel of a g*n stuck out of the back window of the SUV ahead. But what made my heart hammer with fear was the PSS emblem embedded on th
