Lightning cracked overhead, thunder rumbling in the distance. Rain pounded on the shack’s sagging roof. The fire threatened to die under the deluge, giving Marcus only seconds before they realized the extent of his ruse. With Luna clutched in one arm, he cast about for another escape route.
He spotted a boarded window near stacked crates. Sprinting, he heard the criminal’s footsteps slam against weathered planks. He heaved his shoulder into the boards, wincing as splinters raked his skin. A meaty hand yanked his shirt. Marcus twisted away, tattered fabric ripping free. He kicked out, buying a split-second advantage.