One Day in a Small-Town Desert, chapter 3, page 6

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Zhíno aimed the Enforcer cruiser straight at Fírí as he flew up the driveway. Gravel rattled off the auto’s underside. Far past her, two Névo-brained men with rifles waved at him. Maybe one of them was the Voro-fucker who shot him.

Fírí’s eyes grew to half her face as he barreled down on her. She screamed. And then the Vítí-twin snagged a duffel bag off the ground and ran into the scrub brush.

Zhíno slammed the brakes, skidding to a stop, pushing the window button with his right hand as he held his semiautomatic to the top of the glass, waiting for it to get far enough down. He couldn’t abandon the protection of the cruiser, not with two potential hostiles outside. But he couldn’t let Fírí escape.

He saw glimpses of her running between the bushes, her blonde hair gleaming bright against the darkness.

The semiautomatic fit through and Zhíno’s hand followed, aiming the gun at the blonde twin of Vítí.

His arm exploded with agony.

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