Chapter 111

• Rex reacted instantly, slamming on the gas and swerving into the center lane. We narrowly missed a maroon Buick, whose nasal-sounding horn blared down the highway. Before the vehicle could fully regain its balance, Sia lifted herself out of the minivan and onto the ledge of the window.
• My heart stuttered as I heard the deafening sound of gunfire. Bullets peppered the dark-colored SUV beside us. They swerved to the right, but it seemed we weren't the only ones with a bulletproof vehicle. The SUV veered right, trying to run us onto the shoulder.
• "Fuck," Sia snarled, tearing the visor off her head and chucking it out the window. "They're boxing us in. If you don't act fast, Rex, we're screwed."