Chapter 7 - Crossfire
A shot shattered the spotlight above Victor.
Darkness.
Chaos.
I sprinted.
Tackled the lead guard.
We hit the concrete.
His pistol skidded into the water.
I drove my elbow into his jaw.
Ripped free.
Threw myself over Sarah.
"Richard! No!"
"I've got you." I tore the tape from her mouth. Cut the zip ties. "I've got you, Sarah!"
"The kids—are they—"
"Safe. Marcus took them to a safehouse. They're fine!"
Across the dock, Marcus laid down cover fire.
But Kravic—Victor's lieutenant—was circling.
Automatic weapon raised.
"End of the line, auditor!"
Sarah lunged with a fallen steel pipe.
Struck his knee.
He stumbled.
Fired wild into the sky.
I drove my shoulder into his chest.
Pinned him at the edge of the pier.
We struggled for the weapon.
I twisted his wrist.
Hurled him over the rail.
A splash.
Silence.
I turned to Sarah. Breathless. Hand out.
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"We have to get to Victor before he escapes!"
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