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I lurched and fell against the car door. Straightening, I stared in disbelief at the small hole in my windshield and the cobwebby cracks that radiated from it.

I barely had time to register “shot” when Curt, gloves off and on his knees looking for my keys, grabbed the back of my coat and pulled me abruptly down.

A second shot fragmented the side window above our heads. Little pieces of glass rained down on us, stinging our faces and getting caught in our hair.

“Around the other side of the car,” Curt ordered. “Hurry! We’re too exposed here! And keep down.”

“This isn’t some accident, you know,” I said. “It’s got something to do with Patrick Marten.”

“Who’s Patrick Marten?” Curt asked.

“He’s the dead man I found in my trunk last night.”