The gunshot punched through his stomach.

Knight staggered back, staring as hot blood poured down his shirt. His eyes snapped upward toward the source of the shot—through the window—and he realized instantly this wasn’t going to be the only one.

He dove sideways.

A bullet tore through the wall where his head had been, splintering wood and sending chunks of plaster clattering to the floor.

The shooter was relentless.

Knight darted to the far side of the room, boots pounding against the floor as another shot cracked behind him. Then another. And another. Each one a whisper of death slicing past, chewing through walls, glass, and air.

Blood spilled fast...