“Get down,” someone hollered.
Trev’s first instinct was to see if Zack had been hit. Then a shot rang out. Trev dropped flat on his stomach beside the truck. There was another popping sound and a loud ping directly above his head. Sucking in a breath, he rolled under the truck, fear washing over him.
Another shot sounded, then Trev heard footsteps heading around the building, followed by a second set giving chase. At least Trev hoped that’s what was happening.
He inched along until he was at the back of the truck then, very cautiously, he peered over the tailgate.
“That wasn’t fun,” Zack muttered. He was pressed flat against the truck bed, looking very pissed. “Damned good thing Quint has someone watching us, or we’d be dead meat by now.” He glanced at the shattered truck window, grimacing. “Now all I have to do is explain this to my friend.”