Fear tasted like acid in her throat, and an unwelcomed heat filled her lungs as a prelude to a possible panic attack. “Your brother just shot at us?” “Apparently.” Chalton eyed the festive storefronts now speeding by. “Stop at the next light and let us out,” he ordered the driver. Olivia edged toward her door that led to the busy street. The driver, muttering beneath his breath, yanked the car to the curb. “Get out of here.” He turned furious eyes toward the back seat. “I’m calling the cops.” Chalton handed over what looked like a wad of cash. “No cops.” Without waiting for an answer, he clamped a hand around Olivia’s arm and hastened her across the seat and out his door. The cabbie sped off. Olivia glanced at the top of nearby buildings. “Tell me you only have one brother.” “Two.” Chalton rubbed the back of his neck. “We need cover.” Keeping her arm, he led her across the sidewalk to a specialty cigar shop, quickly texting something on a type of smartphone she’d never seen before.
