Chapter 25

When the first bullets started firing, I ducked down below the dashboard, pulling Andre down with me.  The sound of bullets penetrating the windshield and passing over our heads seemed almost unreal, a snapping and popping sound that was difficult to comprehend.  Andre had slammed on the brakes now, and the car had come to a screeching stop in the middle of the highway.  From behind I heard a sudden blast of a car horn and then screaming tires before a loud crunching sound and then the Fiesta was swinging around wildly in a circle, glass spraying everywhere from the back window that had imploded, tires straining against the hot tarmac as we did a full 180 degree spin.  There were several more thuds from the back, as the line of cars behind us pummel...

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