A Mercedes drives up on the curb ahead. The driver’s door flies open, and Nicky exits at a dead sprint toward me while the other three doors burst open in unison. Men in suits leap out. Jackets flap as they chase Nicky, leaning forward, arms outstretched, close on his heels. “You don’t fucking touch her!” Nicky shouts as he wrenches the man away from me and flings him into the tree that tripped me.
