Certain prey

'I'll tell them.'

'Do that. Gotta run,' she said. And just before she hung up, 'I'm faster than you.'

'No way, sweetheart.'

She laughed, a light, southern-belle sound. Her laughter was cut by the click of the phone going down.

Somewhere in Philadelphia, Lucas thought, right at this minute; getting into an unremarkable car, headed for an obscure destination. Number One on the most wanted list.

Number One with a bullet.