“Run!”

Dominic wasn’t sure he could stand, much less run, but he staggered after her, letting her pull him behind her. They pushed farther into the trees seconds before another bullet whipped past his head and buried itself into the thick trunk of the tree he’d just ducked behind.

“Who’s shooting at you?” she asked, huddling next to him.

“I think it’s the fugitive we were chasing.”

“How’d he get away from you? How’d he get a gun?”

“We didn’t have him. That’s why we were going after him. To take him into custody. He saw us and bolted.” He paused. “He must have doubled back to get behind us. And I don’t know where the gun came from.”

Another shot pinged off the ground two feet away, and Katherine flinched. “Don’t we need to find a way out of here?”

“He can’t hit us from the angle he’s shooting from. Might come close, but...”

“What if he changes angles?”

“Then we’ll have a problem.”