Savanna felt a cold hand scurry up her tunic like a spider.
It all happened at once, and so nobody but the clerk noticed the trooper bust his ass on the ice. Roger lunged forward to attack, Omar (The Biker from Hell) spun upon him with the pistol upraised and tried to jam its cold, chrome muzzle into his left nostril, and the cashier bolted for the door— apparently to warn the unknowing trooper.
The black man had his hand cupped to his cheek and his lungs full of air when three of the bikers jumped him from behind. They worked as a team, with one clamping a hand over his mouth, another snaking an arm around his neck, and the third punching him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Still more bikers piled on top of them and the whole tangled group smashed writhing to the floor, l
