Luppas steered the sports car with one hand, aiming it down I-5 at the Spike Wheels clustered near the crash-and-dash. The gangers were ready to buzz turbo from the scene. If Norris Caber had left anything behind in the wreck, Luppas wasn’t going to let it be taken. A feral grin split his face as he drew fire from the go-gangers, closing on them as they tried to get away. The bullets hammered the Saab like hail, spitting brief lightnings from the impact areas.