Shannon opened the passenger door and jumped inside. Paul swore to himself for not leaving the vehicle locked. He released the steering wheel as he turned toward the intruder.
“What’s going on . . . ?”
“Get out of the car!” demanded Paul. “Now! Get out of the car!”
“What’s wrong?” Shannon asked, appearing stunned.
“Get out!”
As far as Paul was concerned, she waited a moment too long. He reached across his body with his left arm and grabbed her left wrist. In a sudden move he had practiced thousands of times in the karate studio, he jerked her wrist over and forward, placing immediate and undefendable stress on her extended arm. Her entire body lurched and bent forward, slamming her forehead against the dashboard.
She was pinned, completely unable to move, but he shoved his right ha
