Chris slammed on the brakes alongside parked cars in front of Anna’s house and was unlocking the passenger doors when a bullet ricocheted off the window next to his left ear. “Shit!” He ducked. The one-and-half-inch, bullet-resistant glass was designed to stop a 9mm, not a supersonic sniper bullet. The second round created another spiderweb of external cracks, yet the window didn’t break. If it did, he’d die instantly.
