Quentin shouted. Becca ducked as a round shattered the window she’d been looking through only a moment before. Quentin’s insides bunched. “Brakes! Hit the brakes!” Royce slammed his foot on the brakes as the man fired again. The front of the sedan took the hit, but the engine kept running. Executing a one-hundred-eighty-degree turn in the middle of the one-way access road, Royce drove against the traffic, back the direction they’d just come. The trailing vehicle’s driver slammed on his brakes and rolled off the road into the ditch, only the slope was more pronounced, where he chose to exit. When the car hit the bottom, the nose buried in the dirt, bringing it to a complete halt so fast the tail of the car rose in the air and then crashed to the ground. Becca laughed out loud. “That takes care of them. They won’t be getting that car out without a tow truck.”
