Now. Roni may think she was in charge and he was just along for the ride, but he didn’t work that way. He worked alone, only. How could he forget that critical fact? Critical because depending on other people got you killed. Or worse. He got them killed. “Take the right!” he shouted, reaching for the wheel. His hand covered Roni’s and turned the wheel just as bullets blew out the rear passenger side window. The Porsche spun out in front of them and Maddie screamed from the back. If he hadn’t turned the wheel the bullets would have come through their front windshield. With no time to dwell on the outcome of that scenario, he yelled, “Maddie, get down on the floor! Roni, drive!” Roni took the turnoff. She sped forward, but her face paled and gone was the bravado she’d held on to since her kidnapping. Good. About time things got real for her. She shouted with a screech to her voice, “I can’t outdrive guns!
