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“Fuck,” I roared as bullets soared our direction through the falling snow. The windows of the limestone building splintered, raining shards down on the sidewalk. Kneeling behind the rental car, I scanned the other side of the street. Darkness filled the lanes of a drive-thru bank. My gun was out of the holster and cocked in less than three seconds.

Em shoved Jasmine into the back seat, telling her to lie down before screaming at me. “Entra en la mierda del ...