She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. But she knew she had to do something.Somewhere amid the trees and the wild shrubs, there was a gunman who was responsible for what had just happened.And that man was probably Eldon Thatcher.He’d shot out the tires, and that had caused Jack to lose control and career into the tree. Worse, this might be just the start of the attack.Beside her, Jack batted aside his airbag. “Are you hurt?” he asked.Alana quickly tried to take inventory of her body. Other than her constricted breathing, she wasn’t in any real pain. But she was terrified.Jack frantically drew his weapon from his shoulder holster. “Try to push down your airbag. I need to see if the shooter’s coming.”Oh, God. Thatcher might be coming to finish them off.With her heartbeat pounding in her ears, Alana latched on to the airbag fabric and shoved it away so she could look out the windshield. Both it and her side window were shattered, making it impossible to see if they were about to be attacked.“Get down!”
