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opened the door and pulled her the three steps to the wrought iron railing. He swung her into his arms, lifted her over the railing and set her on the ground.
    “Get down,” he ordered.
    She dropped to a squat as he hopped the fence and landed beside her. He scanned the property, his gaze locking on a small cottage to their right. Bars on the windows had snagged his attention when he’d arrived. He’d hoped to get a look inside. Ben hesitated. He wasn’t going to do a damn thing about it now. He couldn’t chance Liz’s life to satisfy his curiosity.
    Ben grasped her hand and looked her in the eye. “Run like hell to the Mercedes. I’m driving. You get in the back and down on the floor. Stay there no matter what. Understand?” 
    She nodded, and he pulled her up and into a run. They reached the car in four seconds. Ben released her hand, and she jumped in back and he in front. He turned the key. The car purred and Ben slammed into reverse.
    “Hold on,” he ordered, and hit the accelerator.
    The front door of the house burst open as the car careened backwards along the circular drive.
    “Motherfucker,” the American shouted, and a shot sounded a bare second before the glass on the passenger side window shattered.
    Liz screamed.
    “Stay down!” Ben yelled.
    He hit the brake and the car spun, facing the driveway. He rammed into drive and jammed the accelerator to the floor. Tires squealed and the car fishtailed, then jettisoned forward. Three shots in succession ripped through the rear window. Ben jerked left. The rear skidded right. He straightened out. Liz drew a sharp breath.
    “Hold on,” Ben ordered.
    He looked in the rearview mirror. The Mexican stood in the middle of the circle drive, a handgun aimed at them. Ben veered right and four shots missed them. Two more shots sounded. He left the palms and spun the wheel left, fishtailing onto the street. In the corner of his eye, he saw the limo racing down the driveway after them.
    “You all right?” he demanded.
    “Yes.” 
    She sounded shaky but okay. The squeal of tires drew his attention to his driver’s side mirror. The limousine had reached the road and was headed after them.
    “We’re not done yet,” he said.
    “What?”  
    “They’re on our tail.” 
    “Oh dear,” she said as if he’d suggested, We’re going to be late for the opera .
    Ben couldn’t help a laugh. “Lady, you have a knack for understatement.”  
    “There’s a gun underneath the seat.” 
    “What?” he demanded.
    A gunshot ripped through the air. Ben yanked the wheel hard left onto another street. The back end of the car slid. Tires squealed in unison with a muttered ‘oof’ from the back.
    “Good Lord,” she muttered.
    “Give me the gun,” he ordered.
    Movement flashed in the rearview mirror and Liz’s face came into view. “Dammit, Liz, I said stay down.” 
    “You asked for the gun.” 
    “Give me the gun and get down.” 
    “How can you shoot when you’re driving?” she demanded.
    He glanced in the mirror and met her gaze. Lights flashed in the mirror as the limo took the turn like a jackrabbit. The Mercedes should have been able to outrun the limo, but leave it to Sanchez to have installed special get-away modifications. A car whizzed past them going in the opposite direction. Ben scanned the street. Four streets up, he could make another left that would spill them onto Chihuahua-Juarez 45, headed north to the border. The limo was losing ground. Another few seconds and he and Liz would be out of danger. A car turned onto the road ahead and slid to a stop sideways, blocking the street.
    “What the hell?” The sons-of-bitches had called in reinforcements…and there were no turns between them and the car. “Give me that gun, Liz, and buckle up.” In the rearview mirror he saw her eyes flick onto the car blocking the road. “Now.”  
    She thrust the gun over the seat. Even without looking at the weapon, the weight suggested a magnum. At