A second later, she realized a gunshot had nearly taken off her head.She scanned the area for Paul, but he was racing away again.Her knees hit the pavement as the detective shoved her behind an SUV. Other cars fired up and careened from the parking lot, and the wait staff ran inside for cover. The couple in the SUV must have dove to the floor, because she didn’t see them.Detective Muller gripped her arms. “Stay put!”Marci was shaking too badly to do anything else. “Where are you going?”“To see where that shot came from.” He pushed her down further, then peered around the SUV.A dark sedan screeched into traffic, rubber peeling as it darted in front of a Marta bus and cut across four lanes of traffic.“Dammit, that’s probably him.” He yanked his phone from his belt and called it in. “Put an APB on a black sedan, tinted windows, custom hubcaps.” His breathing rasped out. “No, I didn’t get the license plate.” He kicked the concrete with a curse.“Pendergrass was driving a silver Lexus, headed south.
