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Donovan, he’s gone, but where he was standing the glass of the SUV has shattered. I see a flash of the Marshal moving back the way we came. More shots from both left and right reverberate through the night. I’m pinned. Fu—
    There’s rapid fire, four quick shots from my left. On the fourth shot, movement by the Corolla to my left draws my attention. The blonde maneuvers next to me between the cars, in his right hand a smoking gun and the left … Holy fuck, I’ve gone crazy. His left hand is a paw, a dog’s paw with tan fur up to the elbow and sharp, really fucking sharp claws. I snap my head up to gape at his impassive face. I hear a click as the freak ejects the clip from his gun.
    Almost too fast to register, he places the gun in his closed left armpit to hold it, reaches back into his belt, pulls out another clip, inserts it into the gun, and presses the slide back with his paw. “You’re going to roll over the hood of the Corolla and the other two cars until you reach the end of the row to stay out of the line of fire,” he says, eerily calm as he does the gun trick. “I’ll draw their attention and keep them here as long as possible. Move fast, don’t look back. My Mustang’s right across from your car. Turn around.” I do. Fur and hot skin brushes my hands as it moves to my cuffs. One yank, and as if made of breadsticks, the tiny chain breaks. I’m free. I pivot around again as he returns his attention toward Donovan’s direction. Blondie peeks around the corner. “Keys and cell phone are in my back pocket. Get them.” I obey. “Get in, keep low. There’s another gun under the seat. If I’m not there in five minutes, drive off. Do not go home, do not go to a friend’s house. Push redial on my cell and tell them what happened. They’ll give you further instructions.”
    â€œWho … the fuck are you?”
    â€œYour father sent me. Now go.”
    â€œMy fa—”
    â€œGo!” He moves from between the cars into the danger zone, and I pounce into action as ordered. I throw my body on the Corolla’s hood and roll as the gunfire begins anew. I land between two more cars and take a breath before launching myself over the BMW, then the Volkswagen bug. That’s the last one. I stand up and notice the blonde’s gone. He said don’t look back. I take off around the corner and up to the second level as the gunfire ceases.
    This is not happening. This isn’t happening . I pump my legs as fast as I can. Running in heels is no easy feat. I have to pay attention to each stride and my footing, otherwise I’ll break my damn ankles. I’m just about to round the next corner when I hear a man roar in fury. Out of the corner of my eye, I spy movement and turn back down the ramp. As if hit by the Incredible Hulk, Donovan flies backward fifty feet like a ragdoll into the windshield of a car. The entire car jerks and smashes into the back wall from the force, glass and metal twisting. Holy shit. Wha …
    Keep going, Viv .
    One level to go. I sprint around the corner just as a car drives toward me. Thank God. “Help me! Please help me!” I shriek as I wave my arms. But the driver wants no part of this. He swerves to avoid me and guns it down the ramp. I begin trembling and have to stop running for a second to stare at the asshole. He didn’t stop. For fuck’s sake, what is the world coming to?
    Just keep going. Keep going .
    I run.
    My Bonneville comes into view along with Blondie’s Mustang. Yeah, no way in hell am I getting in that thing. I make for my car but realize I don’t have my keys. My bag’s on the first level. Shit! I’m gonna have to—
    A gunshot slams the air, this one very damn close. My front tire explodes, and I stop mid-stride.
    â€œFreeze, bitch.” Crap. I turn around to find Cooper near the stairwell thirty feet away, training his pistol