Lethal Downpour

The injured man was still breathing. Anxious, he rasped at Harper, "W-what are you waiting for? Run!"

Harper, temper flaring, lifted her leg and kicked him out cold in one clean motion.

The hell I am!

If you can win, you don't run. If you can't, you won't get away anyway.

Shut up and take a nap!

No one, including Elliot, saw that coming. The man who'd been walking over froze for a second, then bur