The parking lot seemed mostly empty, with just a few cars over at the far end by a restaurant. Everything else looked closed, or just derelict at this time of night.
Maizie dialed, and they all listened to it ring. “Come on, Zeyla. Pick up.”
“Call Jax.”
She dialed again. While it rang, Preston said, “Why do those SUVs look familiar?”
Maizie said, “Those guys from Pueblo found us here! The ones who killed Gabby.”
“Now they’re trying to get Zeyla? Oh, no way.” Kenna let the car nearly pass the blocked entrance, then swung the wheel hard. She bumped the car up onto the curb and drove along the sidewalk around the SUV where men were hunkered down firing at her family! She wanted to ram their vehicle, but what would that accomplish?
The call connected. “I can’t talk right now.”
“We’re here to help!” Kenna yelled over in the direction of the phone, both hands tight on the wheel.
Gunshots pinged off the side by Maizie.
Preston whimpered. “The car was just fixed.”
Kenna sped up a bit, avoided the dark streetlight that must’ve been shot out and bumped off the curb at the end. She couldn’t see much in the dark, but swinging the car to the right got her headlights in the right direction.
She lit up Zeyla and Jax hunkered down on the far side of Zeyla’s car. Unfortunately, that gave the bad guys a better view of them.
Kenna kept going and stopped with the hood of the armored car in line with the back right side of Zeyla’s car. She rolled her window down. “I’m your rideshare!”
Jax lifted up. “Go!”
Zeyla ran around the back of the car as Kenna rolled the window up. Jax covered her. Bullets pinged off the right side of Kenna’s car. Within moments, the two of them were in the back. She spotted a guy almost at the door right when Jax slammed it.
She shoved the car in reverse and hit the gas.
Whoever she bumped over wasn’t going to be having a good day.
Kenna winced. “Sorry. But you chose this life, bud.”
She shifted into drive and hit the gas again, speeding away as fast as she could while Zeyla and Jax breathed heavily in the back seat. It sounded like both of them had been running a marathon and were now out of breath.
“Where to?” Kenna asked.
Jax said, “How about you drive around the corner, and we’ll switch seats.”
“I’m fine. Police station? Hospital? Home? They’ll find out where we live pretty fast if we just leave them loose and don’t make sure they’re arrested,” Kenna said. “If we call Ryson andthey’re following us, the police could set up a roadblock trap. Right?”
“I have some scratches, but I don’t need to see a doctor,” Zeyla said.
“Jax?”
He didn’t answer right away. “I’m good. We had it handled, and the FBI or cops were on their way to the scene. Now all they’ll find is shell casings.”
“Because I rescued you?”
“We had it handled.”
Maizie glanced in the back. Preston was silent. Kenna didn’t really know what to say. Jax could be irritated that she’d entered a dangerous situation with unknown risk. Or he could be irritated that she’d left the RV at all. She didn’t know which it was.
“We need to find Sylvia Caughton.”
Maizie said, “I still need to run that analysis of Ellayna’s voice.”
