The voice didn’t just echo through the megaphone—it rattled against the rearview mirror of my sedan.
I didn’t have to turn around to know how many were behind me. The inside of my car was completely drowned in a blinding, flashing mix of crimson and sapphire light. It bleached out the dashboard, throwing long, jagged shadows across the leather steering wheel.
“Show me your hands. Keep them where I can see them.”
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I slowly raised my hands, pressing my palms flat against the cold windshield. My
