The passenger window lowered and a rifle barrel popped out. The ensuing gunfire wasn't the chaotic percussion of fireworks. It was single, repetitive cracks with an undertone of bass, bullets expelled in a cloud of powder gases. They embedded in the back bumper of Leo's car.

"Va fungul!" Drio wrenched the back door open.

Leo shoved him and me into the back like a pair of dominos.

Angry Rasha landed on me with a grunt, which did nothing to improve his mood. He ...