1

Police Units got to Audrey Lange's home within five minutes. She was escorted out with the utmost urgency. She could only carry a few things with her. Not even her phone, just her shoes, passport, and licence. She was startled, confused, and worried about her husband. She asked them where she was going. The officers told her that it was a safe place. She asked if she could contact her husband so she could let him know what was going on. The officers did not answer.

The Lange's lived in a good neighbourhood. This was a leafy suburban part of Preston; each house had a neatly cut grass yard with picket fences around it. Large back and front yards, and drive-through parking. Wide roads and country parks surround the cluster of three-to-four-bedroom homes in the area. As a result, when four police cruisers arrived with agency and speed, it caused a commotion. As neighbours, some close friends, and members of her family saw Audrey being led out, it gradually changed from being a peek behind the curtain to the whole let us go out and investigate to questioning the police about what the hell is going on.?

The neighbours were met with the same intensity and professionalism that Audrey was met with. They escorted her into the middle cruiser, like a senator or mayor. A group of concerned neighbours came out and formed a worried party. They argued their case to find out why this was happening, but no one is going to get the answer they wanted. Three of the cruisers drove off and one stayed for crowd control.

Audrey looked at her home. The same home that Marty and she worked for. The same home they waited for and fell for as soon as they saw it Thirty-two years of blissful living, and now she was not even sure that she was going to see it again. As the house disappeared from view, all she could think of was, I hope I can speak to Marty about it. Hold him and me. Let him tell me whatever this was, would be ok. This would be okay as long as he was here with me.

Audrey sat back as the sirens dominated the background. That thought would be the only thing she could hold.

2

Daniel and Erica sat outside the gun range. There were a few more cruisers, and an EMT was there. They taped the area around the front. There was so much going on, and all Daniel could focus on was Erica, who had a gaze of world-altering shock on her face.

Daniel knew he had to say something.

'First time?' He asked her.

She snapped out of whatever thought had her attention. 'Sorry?'

'First time seeing someone you know, End it?'

'No.'

Daniel sat up and looked at her with renewed interest. 'What was the first time?'

Erica held back for a moment. She had a look that said, No, I don't want to talk about it, but Daniel looked at her. She sighed and avoided his gaze altogether. Another sigh followed. Then she looked at him. 'At college, this girl jumped off the bell tower in the middle of the afternoon.'

'Shit.' Daniel said, in a little shock, not at what she said, but how she said it. It seemed to him that Erica was a very "in her emotions" type of person, so it did send him into the unknown of how cold and detached she was in what she said. 'You know why?'

'I do, actually.' Erica said. 'The girl loved the wrong guy. He kept on leading her on and dropping her, leading her on and hurting her. He was a star freshman, the quarterback for the school, so he had the pick of all the girls in the university.' Erica sighed and looked up. She closed her eyes. This was difficult for her. 'He had all the charm. I disliked the guy, but I could see he had the charm to talk himself out of a parking ticket and you know he did.' She paused. 'He kept on fucking her over. He knew what to say and when to say it, like he just instinctively knew when she was over him and was ready to move on. She was ready to talk to other boys. He'd come in and fuck it up. Tell her sweet nothings, because any casual observer would know that's what they were…Nothing.' Erica looked around as the red and blue of lights hit her face for a moment. 'Soon enough, she got sick of it, sick of him, sick of being ignored and, well, sick of everything.' Erica shook her head. 'She knew when to do it as well. During the lunch period, students and staff were going to congregate for lunch. She stood up there and waited for him and his team to come out of their morning classes and she yelled out to him, got his attention, told him to go fuck himself, and jumped. She landed like ten feet from him.'

Erica got up and walked around.

'You saw it all.'

Erica nodded.

'You had a feeling she was going to do it?'

'Yeah, but I didn't think she would, you know? I didn't know her as well as I thought.'

Daniel shook his head. 'Bet that fucked him up.'

Erica nodded. 'Yeah, he was never the same after that. He left soon after that and I heard that a few months later he got drunk, got in a car and well, he never came back alive.'

'Damn.' Daniel said as he shook his head. 'The things that start a chain of events.'

I've just never seen it so up close, plus I think it's brought it back for me. That was something I wanted to bury.'

'But here you are sharing.' Daniel added with a smile.

'Well, one of us has to and looks like it is me.' Erica smiled back.

'Touché Rookie.'

'What about you?'

Daniel looked out. 'Not my first time seeing that.'

'I could tell. What happened?'

Daniel looked at her and kept his gaze on her. There was an internal debate about if he should tell her, but he was not sure about it. He was not the sharing type, but whatever this was, it was something deep down he felt he could not continue with her just giving and getting anything back from him? If the shoe was on the other foot, he wouldn't like it—what that felt like—and, for a while, despised the person who did the same to him. Hell, there was a part of him which still despised that person. He nodded to himself, indicating to her that he was going to tell her at least something.

'Well, it happened when I was younger, a lot younger and,'

Royce walked to the pair and said, 'They got Mrs Lange at a safe house; we need to go now before she's headed off to another location.'

'Wait, Royce.' Erica interjected, upset that the moment had been taken away from her.

'No time, Chandler. They don't keep witlessness for long, so we have to move now.' Royce moved past them and went into his car.

Daniel smiled to himself. 'We gotta go.'

'You know we are continuing this conversation and this is definitely not over.' Erica said sternly.

Royce stuck his head out as the engine started. 'Stop fucking about and let's go.'

3

It took a good twenty-five minutes for Royce to get to the safe house.

This was good for Royce, who showed the demeanour of a demented madman whilst driving.

The safe house was in the eastern section of the city. There was a lot of woodland here. Long maple oak trees dominated the landscape. They went down three long, winding country paths before they got to the cabin. If anyone was going to attack here, it would take them a while.

When they arrived, there were two police cruisers, and Larry, the chief of police, came out. Royce parked and they got out and walked out to him.

'Is she okay? Does she.' Royce began to do so before Larry interrupted him.

'She knows. I saved you the hassle. You have to have a clinical detachment to bestow someone with that type of news—something that you are a good investigator; you get too emotional about Royce.' Larry clarified with the same described cold detachment but also laced with a bit of self-pride that Daniel couldn't help admiring. He was learning about the good people of this part of the world.

Royce looked a little embarrassed and Erica, not being a good poke player, also felt the embarrassment and did her best to disclose that she felt what he felt. Daniel noticed that and figured that someone had done the same thing to her once, maybe more.

'She's ready to talk to you, but you only have ten minutes or so. The DA is getting her moved to Patterson just in case our guy decides to show up.' Larry added.

'The person who threatened her was not our guy.' Daniel responded. 'This was someone else.'

'Ah yes, Agent Bridgewater. The man, the Brit.'

Ah yes, me being a Brit again Daniel thought, and he smirked to himself.

'The man who took the call, you didn't recognise his voice or try to get a trace?' Larry continued to bemoan and look at Royce.

'They called Marty chief. The number was blocked and it's not like we had any equipment to do the trace.' Daniel bemoaned back.

Erica looked like she was sick of this conversation already and wanted it done. 'Can we speak to her since we only have ten minutes?'

'Chomping at the bit, eh, rookie? You are a city girl. Got that Chicago in you, I see. You know most Midwestern women display a little bit more patience and have a bit more respectful tone to their voice when asking something.' Larry sneered.

'Time is of the essence, and I tried to,' Erica sounded a little apologetic but was stopped by the hand of her partner clasped on her shoulder.

'You don't have to do that.' Daniel said to Erica: He then looked at Larry. 'Don't do that. Don't disrespect her. Not in front of me. She has a right to ask since we got what? Like eight minutes now?'

Larry bristled for a moment and then puffed his chest. 'Who do you think you're talking to?'

'The chief of police asked for our agency's help and you have no authority over me or her. I'm not going to allow you to provoke or disrespect my partner like that. You don't have to apologise. Just use this as a life lesson.' Daniel stepped forward and got as close to two feet to Larry. 'Don't do that again.' Then he looked at Erica. 'And don't allow him to do that to you again.' He asserted this to her. Then Daniel looked at all three of them 'Excuse me.' He walked past Larry and two officers stood in front of him, their dominant hands near the holsters.

'Let the limey through.' Larry smirked and didn't have to look. He knew his men would step in the way.

'Fuck's sake I'm not a limey.' Daniel retorted as the officers stepped out of the way. He went in the cabin.

Erica looked at Larry and warned, 'I'm going to take that advice, chief, because I have a good memory.' She followed Daniel inside the cabin.

'He's making friends everywhere, sir.' Royce chuckled.

'I know…I like him.' Larry approved. 'Keep close to him.'

'Eagle eye chief. Eagle Eye.' Royce affirmed.

Larry nodded and walked back to the first cruiser. He sat at the back, as there was an officer already sitting on the driver's side. Royce walked into the cabin.

4

The cabin, being a cabin, was one floor. A spacious living room area, bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. A log fire was on, and the room was immediately warm as the three entered it. There were three sofas in the centre of the room, with a rectangular wooden table at the centre and wooden side tables for each sofa.

Audrey Lange was being spoken to by a police psychologist, a woman who looked in her thirties with long red hair tied back and freckles that made her look even younger. She sounded like she had the sagaciousness of someone older than she looked. Audrey looked understandably distant. As anyone would if they were told that the love of their life, the person to whom they dedicated a good, if not great, portion of their adult, prime years too, was gone.

Daniel knew that look. He's lived by that look and could only fathom what it meant to have someone in his life for that long. Most of those he loved were gone a long time ago. Daniel wore his distance like armour. He understood her detachedness. He wanted to tell her that, but he was on the case and the case had to be done.

The psychologist named Kaitlyn Palmer got up and spoke to Royce. 'She's still raw. So, keep it brief, detectives. She has only just begun to process her husband's gone and that her life is in danger. So, you know, I know you got the case and all, but be human, please?'

'It's all we can be,' Royce reasoned and no one, not even Royce himself, could decipher if he was being genuine or if he tried for humour. Either way, Kaitlyn didn't look impressed as she walked past the three.

'Has she seen you naked, Royce?' Daniel asked.

'What?' Royce spat out.

'Oh, I was just seeing if we were having a bad humour competition. I normally win those and I'm quite competitive.'

'You are something else,' Royce sighed.

'Don't I know it?'

'Fuck.' Erica interjected with barely contained annoyance. 'Have some fucking decorum, please.' She spoke with some venom behind that please and walked up to sit near Audrey.

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Royce and Daniel joined and sat down but stayed silent.

Audrey clutched the mug that she held, with the care anyone would hold after loss. Like holding a baby, it was with both hands. Dried tears on the cheek, but those tear ducts still formed. All three could tell that her hands shook.

'Mrs Lange. I'm Agent Chandler; that is Agent Bridgewater and Detective Royce Drysdale.'

'I know Drysdale.' Audrey said.

'We are sorry for your loss; we just,' Erica tried to console.

'Just ask your questions, detective.' Audrey replied coldly.

'Did your husband talk about dealing with Taylor Lambert?' Erica asked.

'Yes.' Audrey answered and sighed. 'He loved that man. I loved what he represented. I loved his ideals. I think he saw a little bit of himself, especially when he was younger.'

'Were there any dealings that you would consider kind of shady, Were there any late-night meetings.' Royce asked.

'I know they disagreed recently. Marty was not happy about it. He came in a real huff. It looked like it hurt him. Then something else happened.'

'What was that?' Royce questioned.

'He wouldn't tell me, but he started talking about leaving for a long holiday. It started sounding less like a holiday the more he spoke about it. It sounded like a real relocation. Something spooked him, not just spooked him. Put the fear of God in him.'

'When did this happen? His change?' Daniel pressed for an answer.

'A day after the Lambert disagreement.'

'Do you know what they disagreed about?' Erica asked her.

'No, he kept certain things away from me. He knew I'd get involved and get him into more trouble cause of my mouth, which starts flapping uncontrollably when he or I am threatened.' Audrey explained with a little smile, as like she'd gone back to a memory that was near and dear to her heart.

'You'd give no fucks.' Daniel marvelled, and Audrey looked at him. They briefly smiled at each other.

'He was the calm one.'

'You're going to be sent to Patterson for the time being until we get to the bottom of this.' Royce reassured Audrey.

'I know.' Audrey stated. 'If I were you, I would check out our' she checked herself, 'my home. He took security footage there from his range and his office. The stuff he did not want to be accounted for.'

'And how do you know that?' Royce asked and leaned forward.

'I've known my husband since I was seventeen. I always knew he was hiding something, good or ill. I always knew. He wanted to be perfect, and he was the opposite. The only perfect thing he had, and I knew of, was the love that he had for me, so I knew and acted like I didn't know when he kept things from me.'

'Why?' Erica probed.

'He had to have some power or believe he did. He's a man, the illusion of power keeps them sane, the ones that go mad are the ones who truly know they don't have any power in their lives. Plus, I knew he only did that to protect me from me.'

'Where's the footage?' Royce probed for more.

'Behind the large portrait in his study, the portrait of some frontiersman with a rifle, behind that is a safe. The code for the safe is stupid and ridiculous, but it was Zero-Four-Zero-Seven-Seven-Six.'

Erica and Royce looked at Daniel, who looked at them back. 'I know the date of your Independence Day. What? You're looking at me like I was there.'

'You going to catch him? The man who made Marty kill himself?' Audrey queried.

'Yes.' Royce responded without hesitation.

'I don't want you to just catch them, Royce. I want them dead. You understand?'

'Frontier Justice doesn't fly here.'

'It needs to be. Now it needs to be.'

Royce nodded. There was no debating a grieving widow with vengeance on her mind. 'Okay.' He got up and said, 'We'll get them.'

Daniel and Erica got up. Both offered, 'Sorry for your loss.'

Daniel looked at her and vowed, 'We're going to get them.'

Audrey nodded and a single tear fell.

'Marty, he told me to tell you, keep my wife safe and tell her I loved when I met her. Well, I knew that but didn't tell her because she thought that was nonsense, but I believed it and I'm glad I did.'

Audrey smiled with sadness. 'The fool.' She laughed. 'The fool I loved more than anyone.'

There were no more words to be said to her. What else could they say?

They left Audrey alone and once the door shut, she sobbed uncontrollably and held the mug tighter than before. Her hands kept on shaking.

5

The three walked out of the cabin.

Daniel walked ahead with purpose—well, to him, it was purpose. Erica and Royce just looked at him, Hell, at this point, they were gazing at him. Daniel got to the back passenger door and pulled the handle. It wasn't open.

He turned around and saw the surprised looks from the pair.

'What?' Daniel questioned the pair with annoyance.

'You were halfway kind there, Bridgewater. Colour me surprised. Colour me real fucking surprised.' Royce joshed.

'I'm full of them.' Daniel replied. 'You going to open?'

'I just want to bask in this,' Royce answered, and he looked at Erica, 'don't you?' he asked her.

'Yeah, I do.' Erica smiled. 'Not often he expresses well anything other than bad jokes.'

'I'm expressing extreme frustration right now,' Daniel snarled behind gritted teeth.

'No witty comeback?' Royce joked as he grinned with his full teeth on display.

'Nah, I'm just going to go with wanton violence by ripping off your door off its hinges, hot wiring your car and taking it right in front of you.' Daniel concluded, and he now smiled.

Royce and Erica both sighed.

'You just, you know? You take the fun out of everything.' Royce commented as he pressed the unlock button from his car keys.

'I aim to displease.' Daniel quipped as he got in the car and shut the door.

Royce and Erica both entered.

'Well, in that regard, you are succeeding magnificently.' Royce concurred as he started the car.

'Thanks.' Daniel retorted. 'The feeling of success is just overwhelming.' Daniel couldn't have sounded any more unenthusiastic.

The car moved off.

'You know the way to Lange's?' Daniel questioned as he put his seatbelt on.

'Of course I do.' Royce said as he took a right turn.

'Good.' Daniel replied.

'Yeah, good.' Royce commented to get the last word. Daniel allowed it because, even for him, it was juvenile.

They drove in silence for a minute. Daniel noticed that Erica hadn't said a word since they got in the car. Not that there was any provocation from himself or Royce to talk to her, but for some reason, this concerned him, and Daniel was perturbed that this concerned him. That anything other than finding Wallace, he should not be caring about anything or anyone else.

The frustration of this, these thoughts would be clear for anyone to see if they turned around. Daniel told himself to get on with it. The case needs to be solved. A dangerous telekinetic to stop and bring in by any means necessary.

He looked out at the various trees, clustered together. He had been on this earth for longer than anything and all he could think of was why Erica was silent?

He needed to know.

'Rookie?' Daniel probed.

Erica turned and looked at him.

'Why are you so silent?'

'I'm not allowed to be silent?' Erica replied with her own question as she looked forward.

'Well, eh, yeah, well no, I'm just wondering.'

'I'm thinking.' Erica answered.

'About?' Royce enquired.

'She knew where all this footage is. She knew Mr Lange was hiding something and she never bothered to look at it, not once.' Erica mused.

'His business is his.' Royce stated.

'Nah, something feels off, like I know I'm not her, but if my husband was acting all funny and playing the whole "let's leave Hun" and I know shit is in this room, I'm looking.'

'You aren't trusting?' Royce asked.

Erica looked out. 'What's trust these days? Something that can be weaponised. That's what that is.'

'Jeez Bridgewater, you're just rubbing off on the rookie.' Royce looked at Daniel.

'That's not me.' Daniel corrected. 'Though I'm impressed with the statement.'

'Now that's so, you.' Royce remarked as they came off the country roads and into a small stretch of road that led to an intersection.

'Fuck you.' Daniel goaded, tired.

'Fuck you.' Royce ribbed with a smile.

Daniel shook his head and smiled. 'Fuck you.'

'Nah. Fuck you.'

'Will you both shut the fuck up?' Erica spat, fed up. 'Men, I swear if you didn't just open up with each other,. The entire world would be better. Men!'

They all laughed and said resoundingly to each other, 'Fuck you!'

This was a genuine connection. For all parties, that moment felt good.

6

The car pulled up to the area where the Lange's were and parked outside their house.

It certainly did not look right. There was remnant of violence across the area. The police cruisers were across the road. Police officers are on the road. Not moving. The police lines were on the ground. Other houses nearby had windows smashed and were riddled with bullet holes.

Royce parked. 'What the fuck?' He came out, pulled his SIG Saurer P227, and kept low. He aimed all around, anywhere where his eye could see his gun followed.

Erica did likewise with the same weapon Royce had keeping low. Royce signalled for her to cover him as he moved forward. Erica understood and kept a trained eye on her surroundings, and her gun was up.

Erica and Royce shifted around the vehicles as Royce moved to the first officer and checked his pulse using his two fingers on the officer's neck. No pulse.

'Fuck.' Royce said, but there was no time. He moved on to the next officer and did the same. He again bowed his head.

Erica joined him and felt the pulse of the next officer slumped in the driver's backup seat. 'He's got a pulse.' Royce sprung up and ran to his car, pulled his radio, and spoke frantically. 'This is Drysdale. I need all units for backup at 7th and Maple. By the Lange house, police support attacked two dead, one critical,' Erica pointed two fingers at Royce, 'Two critical. I need ambulances immediately.'

A buzz.

'Assailants are still in the area?' came the response from the female dispatcher.

'Unsure. They hit a few houses.' Royce looked at the fresh tyre tracks on the road. 'Looks like they left, but unsure; we are assuming they are still here.'

Buzz.

'Support will be there in three minutes.'

'Thanks over.' Royce finished.

Buzz.

'Over.'

Royce then realised that Daniel was not around. 'Where the fuck are you, Bridgewater?' he then saw Daniel step into Lange's home. The door was ajar. Royce gritted his teeth and seethed the word 'Fucker.'

7

Daniel stepped into the house, and the hallway was in disarray. Shelves, papers, and pictures were all over the ground, making sure not to step on any picture frames. He looked into the main living room. It was the same scene. Everything was tipped over or just flung out of place. Furniture, papers, photo albums, magazines and books are on the floor. The television and speaker systems destroyed, as were several glass tables.

They enjoyed the destruction, Daniel thought as he left the living room. It was a big abode. There were six rooms on the ground floor, and each room was the same. Whoever did this was not thorough. They moved through the house with the ferocity of a tornado. He went upstairs and looked for the study. It didn't take Daniel long to find it.

The room was one of the larger rooms to the east of the house. There was a nice rug right in the centre. It looked like a Kashmir, but various books covered it as the shelves had been ripped off their hinges and thrown down onto the floor.

A large oak desk in front a wide paned window that overlooked their backyard had some papers sprawled on it, but there was no computer or printer. There were no other wires around, so they went through it all.

Daniel saw a portrait of a frontiersman, slightly damaged on the right-hand side. It looked quite beautiful if the real-world context wasn't so troubling.

Was this man an explorer or a marauder?

This was a question to be asked another time.

Daniel looked at the wall; he couldn't tell where the safe was. The wall was just the wall. The wallpaper was plastered with deep grey colours that were quite a contrast to the lacquered oak columns from ceiling to floor at each corner of the room. It gave the room some weird aesthetic and yet an authenticity to what Daniel thought was a longing for times long gone past.

Daniel put his right hand across the wall and brushed it at around the same area. His irises went grey, and the greyish and white waves of radar came across his vision of the entire room. Daniel did love this ability, as it made searches like this tolerable and would resort to him doing less damage. His hand brushed part of the wall that felt harder than before. He saw the lock of the safe. He saw an entry point. He pressed into it and that part of the wall clicked, pushed back, and Daniel could hear small levers click and work. The wall then opened, and a safe door rose and moved forward so it was level with the wall.

'Bingo.' Daniel grinned.

'Bridgewater.'

Daniel spun around and his gun pointed at Erica, who was just as fast and out of habit as pointed at him. They pointed their guns at each other for approximately for two seconds.

'What the fuck, Bridgewater?' Erica huffed, dropping her arm as he did.

'You thought about knocking on the door before you enter a room you never entered?' Daniel asked, a little flustered.

'No, did you?' Erica replied.

'That's not the point.' Daniel debated, but Erica already was next to him, and she looked at the safe.

'You found it.' Erica said.

'I did.'

'You going to open it?'

'I was about to, but then you didn't knock.'

Erica shook her head and said, 'Drop it.'

'Yes, mam.'

Erica shook her head again as Daniel did the zero-four-zero-seven-seven-seven on the lock, twisting the knob with real care. The door clicked open and there were three USB dongles, files and several wads of cash and bonds in there. Daniel passed the USB dongles and the files to Erica, who looked surprised.

'You are trusting me?'

Daniel smiled and left the room. That was his answer. Yes.

They walked down the hallway. Then they heard a loud bang, followed by the terrifying symphony of gunfire. They ran down the stairs, got to the doorway, Daniel went left, and Erica stayed right. They looked outside and saw a black land rover swerve driving towards the police cruisers; the driver and passengers were all in black, wearing ski masks. They were all armed with AR-15's and were firing at Royce, who ran away from one of the cruisers as it was smashed into by the oncoming land rover.

This pushed Royce into the air as the spinning cruiser smashed into him. They fired at Royce while he was airborne, missing each shot his body had taken.

He landed hard on the roof of his Camaro, rolling off it as bullets hit every point he just rolled off. He landed hard on the road's surface and his gun flew out of his grasp. It skidded across the ground around six feet away, Royce went to go after it, but gunfire commenced again, and bullets rattled and skipped off the ground, which caused Royce to move his arm and duck behind his car as the land rover turned and swerved, firing at Royce.

'MY FUCKING CAR!!! YOU BASTARDS!!!!' Royce screamed as bullets penetrated one of the things he loved. He ducked and covered his ears as gunfire rained over him. Glass showered him, so he had to cover up.

Erica looked at Daniel and said, 'Cover me.'

Daniel nodded, then aimed and fired at the land rover as Erica sprinted to Royce full pelt while firing and never losing her aim. Daniel hit the back passenger in the arm as well as hitting the wing mirror. Erica fired three shots into the windscreen, hitting the shoulder of the driver. She grabbed Royce and picked him up carefully and quickly. They went to the other police cruiser close by for protection.

Daniel came out of the house and walked in a straight line as he shot. They fired at him, and bullets hit him, but he kept on shooting at them. Being shot did not move him.

'FUCK IT!!!' Screamed the driver as he put the car in reverse.

Erica span around the cruiser, running to the other cruiser that got hit, leapt up from the bonnet to the roof in one graceful move, and fired at the land rover that was in full reverse, and its tyres screeched with such power smoke that it covered the road.

Daniel sprinted after the vehicle, as did Erica.

The driver pulled up the handbrake, turning the wheel fully to his right, and the land rover spans a three-sixty, now facing the road at the correct direction. He pushed down the handbrake, grimacing as blood poured down from his shoulder.

Daniel soon left Erica with greater speed than Erica realised. He was gaining on the car as the back seat driver came out of his window and fired one-handed at Daniel, who, as he ran in, was hit by those bullets. The car passed a stop sign. Daniel got closer and closer to the car; he was about close enough to touch the back of the car when

SMASH.

A car coming in from the right hit Daniel at full speed; he was on the windscreen as the land rover kept on going.

The maroon Buick that hit Daniel spun a few times while the woman who was driving screamed in pure shock, then broke hard. The Buick slammed to a stop and Daniel rolled off the windscreen, then the bonnet, and then hit the concrete.

He tried to get up but could not slumping back down.