Maya heard the first shots and sat up straight. She counted five. Then ten. Then stopped counting because they came too fast and continuously.

People ran out of the bar screaming. Regular customers who'd been having drinks. They scattered across the parking lot looking for cover.

Maya's hand went to the door handle. Dominic told her to stay but screw that. She wasn't sitting here while he got shot.

The radio crackled. "We're pinned down. More security than we thought. Need backup at the ...