Chapter 50 Collateral Damage

• A crack split the air like a whip. The first bullet shattered the glass behind Mariana. The second tore through the conference table, sending papers flying.
• "Go down!" With a yell, Diego grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to the ground. His heart pounded. The sniper was playing with them, not missing.
• Mateo spun toward the window, drawing his gun. Too late. A third shot rang out. He stumbled back, his face twisting in pain as blood bloomed on his sleeve.