Backflash by Richard Stark

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When the car stopped rolling, Parker kicked out the rest of the windshield and crawled through onto the wrinkled hood, Glock first. He slid to the left, around the tree that had made the Seville finally jolt to a stop, and listened. The siren receded, far upslope. The woods held a shocked silence, after the crash; every animal ear in a hundred yards was as alert as Parker’s.

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