One bullet nicked one of the taillights as they ran, Adamo jerking to the side. That was too close to hitting him.

Adamo jumped inside after Vico, staying low in his seat. The driver hardly seemed alarmed, a cigarette tightened between his teeth, pulling out of their parking space and immediately slamming on the gas. Adamo all but flopped onto Vico at the sharp turn they made out of the parking lot and onto the road. He peered into the rear view mirror - no one behind him but two shrinking silhouettes. They were clear.

"Thanks, Alfonso," Adamo eventually gasped out.