Logan nods. “Car it is” Then he takes off toward the house.
Ozzie grabs my arm, and we get to the car as Logan opens the door. Ozzie and I get into the backseat, and Brian takes the passenger seat. The engine starts.
“Get down,” Logan says.
Ozzie pushes me to the floorboard, and Logan peels out at high speed.
“Stay down,” Ozzie says.
I nod.
“Shit, there’s more of them than we thought,” Logan yells.
A gush of air hits me as Brian opens his window. Several gunshots go off, and then several close by. That’s when I realize Brian is shooting out the window at whoever is shooting at us.
“Hold on!” Logan yells.
The car spins in a circle, and I stay curled up in a ball. Logan straightens out, and we are moving fast again.
“This might hurt,” he yells.
We hit something, and I’m slammed against the back of the passenger seat. Then the ride smooths out.
“You can sit up now,” Logan says. “Anybody hit?”
I crawl up onto the back seat. Ozzie is already sitting upright.
“I’m fine,” Ozzie says.
“Me too,” Brian says.
Logan glances back. “Delaney?”
I sit in the seat and glance down. “No bullet holes.” But I’m shaking. “Can you roll up your window?” I ask Brian. Although I know the shaking isn’t from the cold.
“What if shutting off our phones isn’t enough?” I ask.
“Then they’ll find us again,” Ozzie says.
I blink at him. “Well, that’s not reassuring.”
He turns to me. “Sorry, it’s not.”
“We’re going to have to ditch this car,” Logan says.
Ozzie nods.
“Why would you do that?” I ask.
Logan glances at me in the rearview mirror. “Because the owner will report it stolen if he hasn’t already.”
Which means we could get arrested. Wait. Maybe we should. “Wouldn’t we be safer in jail?” I ask.
All three men say no in unison.
“Ruiz has men paid off throughout San Diego, including the police department. If we get arrested, our names will go into the statewide database. We’d be sitting ducks,” Brian says.
Logan pulls down a long, dark driveway into a clearing. “We’ll leave the car here and stay in the trees as we walk.”
