“Get down!” he yelled, reaching over to push Holly’s head down toward the floor for cover. “Someone’s shooting at us!”

There was the plink again as another round struck the glass near where his head had been only moments before.

He grabbed his radio to reach out to 911 as he flipped on his concealed red and blue lights and the siren. “Shots fired. Shots fired. Near the corner of 34th and Main. Send all available deputies.”

There was the crackle of the radio and the 911 dispatcher’s response. Units were on the way.

He reached behind his seat and pulled out his rifle, then slapped the magazine to make sure it was seated. “Don’t move. Stay low and behind cover. I don’t want you getting hurt. You understand me?” He stared at Holly, who looked wide-eyed with terror.

“Who is shooting at us?”

He shrugged, but he had a feeling he knew exactly who was pulling the trigger—and who was about to go down in a blaze of gunfire.