Chapter Sixty-Five
Quinn instinctively ducks low in the car, fear gripping him as there’s another shot and it’s the back window that shatters this time.
He’s panicking, but his military training, his experience staying alert and calm amid chaos, is kicking in.
In a fast and fluid move he raises his head just long enough so he can see outside to assess the danger. In the haze, there’s a shadow of a figure emerging from the field, the outline of a shotgun raised and aimed at the car.
Quinn considers getting out, running, but he’s no match for a double barrel.
Instead, he throws himself to the floor.
With one hand he presses the gas, with the other he turns the key.
The engine roars on and he then pops the vehicle into drive, jamming the gas pedal with both hands, sending the vehicle flying.
There’s the sound of another shot, then the car judders as it slams into something, then grinds to an abrupt stop.
Quinn jumps out and surveys the scene only to find the reverend’s lifeless body pinned under the car.