think.”
“That’s funny because that one is silver,” Gunnar said. “Probably a popular color.”
The doorbell rang a third time.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Kinsey snapped and stood up quickly. “I left the door unlocked so they could just come in. I’m not going to be their butler while they are here.”
“No, I’d hate for you to suffer that indignity,” Gunnar smirked, waggling his sandwich at her.
“Shut up,” Kinsey said as she wiped her hands on her jeans and walked towards the small entryway and front door.
Gunnar kept watching the footage as he took another bite. The helicopter camera zoomed in on the speeding Jeep, showing the distinctive paint job, and the bite lodged in Gunnar’s throat. He turned towards the front door and started to yell, but only a choking sound came out.
Kinsey stopped and looked back at him. “You okay, Gun?” she asked then saw him choking and pointing at the TV. “Jesus, chew before you swallow.”
Gunnar coughed out the piece of sandwich and Kinsey actually jumped as it flew from his mouth and splattered against the TV screen. Her eyes saw the smear of grease and mustard then focused past as the camera zoomed in closer and closer on the Jeep that was dodging between cars and running streetlights.
“Is that…?” she asked. “No…”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you!” Gunnar said. “That’s the-”
The rest of his words were drowned out as automatic gunfire turned the front door into splinters.
***
“Dude! Only a few blocks away!” Shane yelled. “Take a right here!”
Max yanked the wheel to the right then immediately to the left, taking the Wrangler up onto someone’s front lawn as he avoided the two police cars that sped towards them.
“Fence!” Shane yelled as the Jeep ripped through the wooden slats like they were paper.
“Got it,” Max grinned.
“Pool!” Shane shouted.
“I see it!” Max shouted back. “I have both o f m y eyes!”
“Uncool,” Shane snapped.
Sirens filled the air as Max swerved to avoid the backyard pool and continued through the back fence, into an alleyway behind. He turned right and floored it, taking out several plastic trashcans and recycling bins, sending empty milk cartons and fat free Greek yogurt containers flying into the air.
They nearly made it to the end of the alley when the exit was blocked by four San Diego PD cruisers screeching to a halt. Max growled as he hit the brakes then slammed the Wrangler into reverse. Shane stood and started firing at the cruisers. He made sure the rounds only hit the dirt in front of the cars, not wanting to injure the officers, just keep them inside their cruisers.
“Fuck!” Max snapped as cruisers came at them from behind.
“Fence,” Shane pointed.
“Fence,” Max replied.
He put the Jeep back into drive and turned the wheel to the left, sending the Wrangler through yet another residential fence. No pool in the backyard that time meant he didn’t have to slow down as he took out the front gate and thumped across the lawn onto the next street. He didn’t bother turning straight onto the road, but instead just kept going forward.
“How close?” Max asked as one more fence met a splintery end.
“Just another block over,” Shane said, pointing ahead. “Actually keep going and we’ll just run right into the place.”
Max bumped up over the curb and sent the Jeep across another yard, thankfully a fenceless one. But the yard behind was fenced and it wasn’t made of wood.
“Shit,” Max said as he stopped the Wrangler in front of the wrought iron bars. “Is this it?”
“Right there,” Shane said as he jumped from the Jeep, pointing at the back of the row of townhouses in front of them. “She’s number seven.”
Max reached under his seat and pulled out a .45 pistol, racked the slide and hopped from the Jeep also. The sirens grew louder and he knew they had maybe two minutes before the police were there. If they were wrong,
“That’s funny because that one is silver,” Gunnar said. “Probably a popular color.”
The doorbell rang a third time.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Kinsey snapped and stood up quickly. “I left the door unlocked so they could just come in. I’m not going to be their butler while they are here.”
“No, I’d hate for you to suffer that indignity,” Gunnar smirked, waggling his sandwich at her.
“Shut up,” Kinsey said as she wiped her hands on her jeans and walked towards the small entryway and front door.
Gunnar kept watching the footage as he took another bite. The helicopter camera zoomed in on the speeding Jeep, showing the distinctive paint job, and the bite lodged in Gunnar’s throat. He turned towards the front door and started to yell, but only a choking sound came out.
Kinsey stopped and looked back at him. “You okay, Gun?” she asked then saw him choking and pointing at the TV. “Jesus, chew before you swallow.”
Gunnar coughed out the piece of sandwich and Kinsey actually jumped as it flew from his mouth and splattered against the TV screen. Her eyes saw the smear of grease and mustard then focused past as the camera zoomed in closer and closer on the Jeep that was dodging between cars and running streetlights.
“Is that…?” she asked. “No…”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you!” Gunnar said. “That’s the-”
The rest of his words were drowned out as automatic gunfire turned the front door into splinters.
***
“Dude! Only a few blocks away!” Shane yelled. “Take a right here!”
Max yanked the wheel to the right then immediately to the left, taking the Wrangler up onto someone’s front lawn as he avoided the two police cars that sped towards them.
“Fence!” Shane yelled as the Jeep ripped through the wooden slats like they were paper.
“Got it,” Max grinned.
“Pool!” Shane shouted.
“I see it!” Max shouted back. “I have both o f m y eyes!”
“Uncool,” Shane snapped.
Sirens filled the air as Max swerved to avoid the backyard pool and continued through the back fence, into an alleyway behind. He turned right and floored it, taking out several plastic trashcans and recycling bins, sending empty milk cartons and fat free Greek yogurt containers flying into the air.
They nearly made it to the end of the alley when the exit was blocked by four San Diego PD cruisers screeching to a halt. Max growled as he hit the brakes then slammed the Wrangler into reverse. Shane stood and started firing at the cruisers. He made sure the rounds only hit the dirt in front of the cars, not wanting to injure the officers, just keep them inside their cruisers.
“Fuck!” Max snapped as cruisers came at them from behind.
“Fence,” Shane pointed.
“Fence,” Max replied.
He put the Jeep back into drive and turned the wheel to the left, sending the Wrangler through yet another residential fence. No pool in the backyard that time meant he didn’t have to slow down as he took out the front gate and thumped across the lawn onto the next street. He didn’t bother turning straight onto the road, but instead just kept going forward.
“How close?” Max asked as one more fence met a splintery end.
“Just another block over,” Shane said, pointing ahead. “Actually keep going and we’ll just run right into the place.”
Max bumped up over the curb and sent the Jeep across another yard, thankfully a fenceless one. But the yard behind was fenced and it wasn’t made of wood.
“Shit,” Max said as he stopped the Wrangler in front of the wrought iron bars. “Is this it?”
“Right there,” Shane said as he jumped from the Jeep, pointing at the back of the row of townhouses in front of them. “She’s number seven.”
Max reached under his seat and pulled out a .45 pistol, racked the slide and hopped from the Jeep also. The sirens grew louder and he knew they had maybe two minutes before the police were there. If they were wrong,
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