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The man holding Beth spun toward the noise.

The next instant he yelped and stumbled backward, clutching his face.

Beth held a canister of pepper spray in her outstretched hand. Corbin dived into his car and roared out of the space, positioning the passenger side before Beth. He leaned over the console and pushed open the door. “Get in!”

She scooped up her purse, her frightened gaze swinging between him and her car.

The pepper-sprayed man had reached the getaway vehicle. Still blinded, he fumbled with the handle.

Beth shook her head. “No.”

“Get in!” Corbin ordered. “There’s no time.”

A bullet ricocheted off the hood.

The getaway driver had a gun. The noise propelled her forward. She leaped into the passenger seat as another bullet shattered the windshield of her car. Beth threw her arms over her face and crouched behind the dash.

Corbin sped down the garage ramp in Reverse. When they reached the next level, he spun the wheel. The tires squealed and smoked, circling the car forward.

“Put on your seat belt,” he ordered gruffly. Glancing at the review mirror, he caught sight of the car following them. “Hang on. This might get bumpy.”