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The SUV rounded the bend, and I braced for impact. Either a literal impact, if the driver of the SUV tried to smash his way past the patrol vehicle, or the pain of seeing Brie hurt. Opposite me, Luca shifted, ready to aim at the tyres if the SUV didn’t stop.
Which it didn’t.
But rather than trying to get past us, it braked a hundred yards away, skidded around, and sped back the way it had come.
Well, s**t.
“They’ve gotta know they’re trapped,” Luca shouted as he ran back to the passenger side. “I’ll call Jimmy and warn him they’re coming back.”
Every move we made, the situation got worse.
“Tell him to get out of the truck and hide on the other side. The perps know he’s armed, and this time they’ll be prepared. Bet they’ve got more weapons too.”
“Agreed. If they’re crazy en
