I fired twice but didn’t know if I hit anything.
More car tires screeched.
Two more shots, and then silence.
Just like that, gone.
“Roll call!”Twister barked.
Names fired off.
One by one.
Everyone accounted for—
“Tyson!”Britta screamed.
I turned and saw he was clutching his arm.
“I'm fine,” he grunted.
I moved fast, pulling his hand away.
Just a graze.He was lucky as hell.“Keep pressure on it,” I said.
Britta dropped beside him, pressing down.
“You couldn’t be the only one in the family to get shot,” he joked.
I snorted.“Guess not.”
Wheels came over and handed Twister the envelope.
“I’m going after her.”
“Nugget!”Twister barked.“You’re with Wheels.”
Nugget was already moving and headed to the back door.
They tore out the back, and their bikes roared to life.
Gone.
“You think they’ll catch her?”I asked.
Twister shook his head.“No idea.”
Sirens wailed closer.
“I called for an ambulance,” Gramps said.
“I don’t need an ambulance,” Tyson argued.
“Yes, you do,” Britta snapped.
Twister opened the envelope and flipped through a stack of papers.
“What is it?”I asked.
