LEO ANNISON
Heat and force rocked our car, the blast's shockwave rattling the windows. Charles didn't wait to see the damage. He hit the gas again, peeling away from the wreckage.
Silence.
Then Oliver let out a shaky breath. "Holy shit."
I turned to him. "You okay?"
He stared at me like I'd grown a second head. "Are you serious right now?"
I checked him over anyway. No blood. No fresh injuries. Good.
Charles exhaled sharply. "We need to ditch this car. They'll have backup."
I nodded. "Take the next turn. We'll go on foot."
Oliver ran a hand through his hair, disheveled and streaked with soot from the fire. "You guys do this often?"
"Often enough," Charles muttered.
I didn't answer. My mind was already racing. That hadn't been a random attack. They'd known where we'd be. Known Oliver would be with me.
Which meant someone had been watching.
Someone close.
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