With the gun in her hand, she peeked over the edge of the car. Whoever was shooting at them was hiding really well.
She glanced toward her SUV. Only two vehicles away. They could get there. She’d make sure they arrived safely.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out the keys, and then clicked the remote to unlock the doors. “On the count of three,” she said in a quiet voice, “we’re going to run to that black SUV. Got it?”
“Yes.”
She counted it out, and together they darted toward the SUV. More gunfire came from one direction, but thankfully, they made it to the vehicle and hopped inside.
As quickly as she could, she started the car and took off. Seconds later, a white truck came into view, barreling toward them, picking up speed.
Her heart sank. Out here in the airport parking, where were they going to hide?
TWO
Zack struggled to fastenhis seatbelt. The difficulty didn’t come from the crazy driver of the SUV speeding away from the shooter, but it came from the stinging pain in his arm as his limb gradually numbed. He didn’t dare look. He already knew the verdict.
He’d been shot.
It wasn’t the first time a hitman had tried to end his life, but he’d hoped to never have to endure this agony again. The first time he was shot was in his leg. Being a physical guy, he didn’t let it slow him down as he ran out of the restaurant after being caught in the mob’s crossfire. The authorities had explained that the gunman hadn’t been targeting Zack, but he’d known better. Because of what he’d witnessed and overheard the senator say during a supposedly private meeting, Zack’s life was in jeopardy.
Agent Lawson grumbled and stomped her foot on the gas pedal, and at the same time, made a sharp turn. His injured arm bumped against the door. He clenched his teeth against the pain. His long-sleeved shirt was quickly getting soaked with blood. But he couldn’t say anything. It was more important that they get away from the white truck following them.
Overhead, an airplane with a very loud engine flew by. Agent Lawson’s gaze jumped all around – from the parking lot to her rearview mirrors, and then to the road ahead. Zack figured she was searching for someplace to hide, but of course, they were in the wrong location for that.
The more his shirt-sleeve soaked with his blood, the colder his body turned. He rested his hand on his lap but still didn’t dare to look down at the damage.
Up ahead, a car slowly pulled out of a parking lot. “Watch out!” Zack shouted, pointing toward the vehicle.
Agent Lawson sucked in a quick breath, yanking on the steering wheel. The SUV jerked to the side, barely missing the other car backing into their lane. Zack glanced behind them. The white truck following them screeched to a stop barely in time before it hit the other car.
The SUV tilted again around another bend, now heading for the tollbooth. On his side of the road, was the entrance to an underground parking. That would be the perfect place to hide for now.
“Turn there,” Zack instructed, pointing toward the entrance quickly coming upon them.
She threw him a scowl. “No. I want to get out of here. Not hide.”
