Chapter Fourteen
Getaway
Mickeal eased himself up to the broken window of the shed and looked out carefully. Another rifle shot echoed outside and the round hissed as it came through the window, just above where Mickeal’s head had been.
“Well, I guess they didn’t leave,” he said quietly, backing away from the shattered window and putting his back against the wall.
“I wouldn’t stay there,” Bibi offered. “That wall is just sheet metal and they’re using a rifle that will probably shoot right through it…and you.”
“Ah, right. Dumb of me,” said Mickeal. He eased himself across the floor, sliding on his belly, the Glock at his side. “Any ideas?”
“Yes,” said Bibi. “Well, first of all, if the dark guy got away in your car, he may bring back reinforcements, so we need to think this out and mov
