A bullet ricocheted off the front fender with a metallic thud.

“Stay down,” Shane whispered harshly.

“Don’t worry. I’m too scared to move.” Kara’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps. “We’re trapped here.”

“I’m taking care of this guy. We’re sitting ducks.”

“No.” She clutched his arm. “You can’t go out there. You don’t know where he is. You could walk right into a bullet.”

“I’m not letting him get to you.”

“It’s too dangerous.”

“Then we’ll freeze to death.” Shane slipped his gun from his holster. “We can’t just sit here.”

“If he kills you, we’re both dead,” she whispered.

Shane reached for his radio and called dispatch. Nothing but static met his plea.

Kara’s heart was pounding hard enough to make her chest burn.

Shane was right about one thing. Waiting for the killer to come to them was a poor option...