That would have been helpful, but not the end of the world. “I was thinking I could get it from their—”
Logan fell silent as he caught a glimpse of a man in the crowd across the street, beyond the taped-off area on the far side.
“Tooney,” he said. “How’s your eyesight?”
“My eyesight? It’s okay.”
“Very casually, I want you to look at that group of people on the other side of the emergency crews. There’s a man near the wall, wearing a dark sports coat.” Logan waited until Tooney was facing the right direction. “Do you see him?”
There was no immediate response.
“Tooney,” Logan urged.
“I see him.”
By the tremble in his voice, Logan knew Tooney had also made the same connection he had.
“Get back to the cars,” Logan said loud enough for them all to hear.
“What’s going on?” Dev asked. He seemed to be the Marine in charge.
“Take them someplace where they can get some breakfast,” Logan whispered. “But make sure no one follows you.”
“Trouble?”
“Possibly.”
Dev nodded. “Let’s go guys.”
Harp looked at Logan. “Why? We just got here.”
“I don’t have time to get into it,” Logan told him. “Just do what Dev says.”
“What are you going to—”
“Dad, do it!”
His father’s eyes opened wide in surprise. “Okay. Sure. If you think we should.”
As soon as they walked off, Logan glanced back at the man across the street. The same man who’d held a gun to Tooney’s head the previous morning.
11
There was only about a ten-foot section of sidewalk blocked off on Logan’s side of the street. He moved over to the tape, then checked the man again. The guy was focused on the emergency crews, and had apparently still not noticed him. As soon as Logan was sure no cops or firemen were looking in his direction, he ducked under the tape.
“Hey, you’re not supposed to be in there,” a woman in the crowd said.
Logan ignored her, and moved with purpose across the short bit of no man’s land to the tape on the other side, then ducked under and joined the handful of people standing there. He then checked to make sure Tooney’s assailant was still in the same place.
Only he wasn’t.
Logan stepped off the curb, searching the crowd where the man had been standing. Suddenly the assailant emerged from the back of the crowd, took a quick look at Logan, then sprinted away down the sidewalk. Logan swept around an older couple watching the action from the middle of the road, then rushed after the man.
It was immediately apparent the guy had not chosen the best escape route. There were no cross streets or driveways on the east side Pacific Avenue in that area, so he and Logan were hemmed in between homes and apartments on the right, and a near solid line of parked cars on the left. And while the man may have been in pretty good shape, it was doubtful he was a runner like Logan. With every stride the distance between them shrank.
Forty feet, thirty-five, thirty.
Then, just a little ahead of them, a pickup truck pulled out from the curb, creating an opening in the wall of parked cars. The man seized the opportunity, and shot through it into the street, crossing at a diagonal to the other side where there were plenty of cross streets to chose from.
As Logan neared the opening, the gate of one of the properties opened, and a woman emerged, stepping directly into his path. He twisted to his left, grazing a parked sedan at the curb, to get around her.
“Hey, watch it!” she yelled.
Having lost some of the ground he’d gained, Logan raced through the opening as fast as he could. Crossing the street, he noticed a police car speeding down Pacific, its lights flashing. The job at Aaron’s place apparently done, some other crisis in the city was in need of the cops’ presence.
Ahead, Tooney’s attacker ducked off Pacific onto what turned out to be a block-long pedestrian street with houses lining either side. Logan dug deep, attempting to once more close the gap, but was only halfway down the wide walking path when the man turned to the right at the end of the block, and moved out of sight.
He turned just barely in time to see the man veer onto a narrow walkway between two of the houses on the left, and disappear again.
Logan followed right behind him, closing the distance between them to twenty feet as he burst out onto the concrete pathway of the Venice Boardwalk that ran along the front of the houses. On the other side of the path was a strip of grass, then the wide sandy beach.
