Cross Justice (Alex Cross 23)

“Merde,” Louis said, locking up the brakes on the electric van and throwing us in reverse.

“What’s happening?” Kim cried.

“We’re not waiting to find out,” I said, twisting around in the seat to look out the rear window and see the other car, a blue Peugeot, coming fast in the other lane.

A bald, pale man in a studded, red leather jacket hung out the passenger-side window. He was aiming a rotary-magazine shotgun.