Chapter 8 - A Warning Echoing Through the Silence of the Night
The heavy kitchen door swung open as Mark, Reynolds, and Lily burst into the dimly lit alley behind the diner.
The cold night air hit them like a wall as they rushed toward Reynolds’ unmarked police cruiser.
Behind them, the diner’s back door slammed open with a loud metallic bang.
“Drop the child and stop right there!” a voice barked out from the dark alley.
Reynolds spun around, raising his handgun with practiced precision toward the shadow.
“State police! Hands where I can see them!” Reynolds shouted into the dark.
A sudden deafening crack echoed through the narrow alleyway as a muzzle flash lit up the night.
Reynolds stumbled backward, gasping for air as he collapsed against the damp brick wall.
“Reynolds!” Mark yelled, reaching out to grab the officer’s jacket.
“Go, Mark! Take the keys and get her out of here!” Reynolds choked out, pressing his hand against his bleeding shoulder.
Mark didn't hesitate. He grabbed the keys from Reynolds’ hand, unlocked the cruiser, and threw Lily into the passenger seat.
He slammed his foot onto the gas pedal, sending the tires spinning wildly across the slick pavement.
The cruiser rocketed out of the alley just as two more gunshots ricocheted off the rear bumper.
Mark sped onto the dark highway, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.
Looking at the dashboard clock, he realized it was nearly two in the morning.
He picked up Reynolds’ police radio, switching the channel to an emergency band.
A voice static crackled over the speaker: “All units, be on the lookout for a blue sedan heading south toward New York...”
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