Devin hadn’t thought of her parents, or even his dad, for that matter—because he’d had no idea any of this would happen. He’d come to terms with the possibility that he might have to hide his dad and sister at some point but figured that was weeks away. Plus, Berg had said he could help with that, especially if Devin could convince his dad to fly out to Los Angeles. Apparently, Berg knew a crew out there that specialized in hiding people. But tonight’s events had come as a complete surprise. He should do the same as Marnie and call his dad. Get him on a red-eye flight to Los Angeles. Same with Marnie’s parents.

“You might not want to hear this, but Karl knows some people in LA that can disappear our parents for a while,” said Devin. “I’m going to make my dad take that option. Karl said it would be an entirely comfortable experience. Not some desert bunker somewhere.”

Devin’s attention shifted from Marnie to a dark SUV speeding into the intersection. Shit. His satellite phone rang a moment later, the name KARL appearing on the screen.

“Sounds wonderful,” said Marnie. “I’ll let you explain to them. I’m sure they’ll—”

Devin slammed on the brakes, the car skidding to a halt well short of the black SUV.

“What the hell, Devin!” said Marnie, bracing her arms against the dashboard.

He detected movement in his peripheral vision, his eyes shifting to the driver’s-side mirror. A sedan parked itself diagonally across the two-lane street behind him, blocking most of it. He briefly considered turning left and driving into the park, but the doors flew open on both vehicles as a second SUV screeched into the intersection in front of him. If he turned the vehicle, he’d expose the sides of his car to gunfire.

“Russians. Get down!” said Devin, ducking below the dashboard and opening his car door. “Take out the guys behind us first. We’ll use the car as cover until help arrives.”

“How do we even know—” she started, the windshield instantly spider-cracking from several bullet holes.

“That’s how!” said Devin, sliding out of the car and staying low. “Get behind the car!”

He drew the M&P9 from the concealed holster on his right hip and sighted in on the masked attacker who had just jumped down from the rear driver’s-side seat. He fired as he moved toward the back of his car, pressing the trigger five times in rapid succession and knocking his target against the back of the sedan. He shifted the pistol’s sights to the driver, who had dropped to both knees—arms by his side, pistol clattering to the street. The man’s head snapped back before Devin pressed the trigger, Marnie finishing him off.