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They were about halfway to the squad car when they heard the loud crack of a gunshot.

“Get down,” Griff shouted, pushing Jenna and Claire to the ground and covering their bodies as much as possible with his.

“We need to get to the car,” he whispered as he eased off them.

When they reached the relative safety of the squad car, Jenna pulled open the back passenger door, gesturing for Claire to get in first. “Keep your head down,” she commanded.

There wasn’t any sign of the shooter, although that didn’t necessarily surprise Jenna. The shot had sounded as if it came from a rifle. No doubt the gunman was perched high on a tree branch or maybe on the roof of one of the houses across the street.

Jenna hated knowing that she’d somehow dragged Griff into this mess, right into the center of danger.

She glanced back at him. “I’m going to slide into the driver’s seat. If they want Claire alive, he may confuse me for her and hold off on shooting,” she said.

Jenna waited until Griff was safely inside before she hit the gas and pulled away from the curb. She held her breath as she drove, desperate to put distance between their car and the shooter.