Alex watched the tow truck drive away, taking his wheels to an uncertain future. It wasn’t just the windows that got hit this time. Shooter had taken out his engine, which was better than taking their lives—though he had a feeling his insurance company wouldn’t agree. Techs were rolling up the tape, uniforms had thinned to just those trying to untangle the snarled traffic. Laura had been gone when he came out, but she must have started texting the family as soon as she and her partner drove away. His cell had started buzzing like angry bees. Hadn’t stopped either, despite being ignored. Press had cleared off. He looked at his watch. They might make the end of the broadcast. He expected the texts to graduate to a call from his dad, who never missed the news. Eventually he’d have to call som
