The gunfire faded behind us. Our would-be killers had to let us go, for the predawn was now filled with the sound of sirens as police and fire trucks converged on the scene. Behind us. the warehouse was one huge bonfire. We had gotten out just in time. One cop car appeared in our path, but Turtle was still accelerating, and our truck shunted it violently aside as we hurtled into the night toward the suburbs.