Terry swerved to avoid the bullets, dangerously weaving in and out of traffic.

The firing ceased, momentarily.

Must be reloading, Terry miscalculated.

Twiggy Banks lined up his shot, unloaded his clip on the front tire.

Terry noticed at the last second and tried to swerve to avoid the bullets, but that was what Banks had calculated on. He swerved directly into the path of bullets.

The tire exploded, sparks flickering above the pavement. The vehicle spun out of control, crashing into the guardrail.

The airbag deployed, knocking Terry unconscious. The rising flames danced about the vehicle slowly, methodically inching toward the gas tank.

On pure instinct, Detective Mendez raced forward and pried Terry out of the crumpled deathtrap.

That’s when he felt it. A bullet ripped through his head.

“Two down,” Twiggy Banks said calmly to Marcus. “One to go. Let’s get that crooked prick hiding in the Nova.”

They opened fire on the Chevy Nova as the explosion behind them created a chilling canvas of death.