Zimmer no longer belonged to the world of living, meaningful geometry. An invisible force struck him in the chest. The driver’s body jerked backward unnaturally, like a puppet, pressing into the seatback. His hands tore away from the steering wheel, soaring upward in a gesture of antique supplication. For a second, he froze in this pose — a man crucified by the speed of a bullet, with childish, pure astonishment in his wide eyes
