wanted this to go down.
I looked for more signs of blood or torn clothing. Some sign that they had been through here. My lungs were on fire now, and I was soaked with perspiration. My legs ached and were tightening up.
I had a flashback, a rush of images. I was running with Marcus Daniels in my arms, in Washington, D.C. I saw the poor little boy's face again now. I remembered hearing Sampson scream in shock and pain back at the house. I saw Naomi's face.
Something was up ahead two men were running. One of them was holding his shoulder. Was it Casanova? Or the Gentleman? Didn't really matter I wanted both of them. Wouldn't settle for less.
The wounded monster showed no signs of slowing. He knew I was bearing down on him, and he unleashed a blood-curdling yell. It reminded me that he was an unpredictable madman of the highest order. The scream “Yaaaaahhhhhh!” echoed through the fir woods like the howl of a wild animal.
Then another primal scream. “Yaaaaahhhhhh!” It was the other madman.
Twinning, I thought. They were both natural animals. They couldn't survive anymore without each other.
The sudden sound of gunfire caught me off guard. A chip flew off the bark of a pine tree and whipped past my head. It came within an inch or two of cutting me down, killing me on the spot. One of the monsters had turned around that fast, fired off a shot.
I crouched behind the tree that had taken a bullet for me. I peered out through leafy branches. I couldn't see either of them up ahead. I waited. Counted off the seconds. Tried to get my heart to start again. Which one of them had fired the shot? Which one was wounded?
They had been near a crest of a steep hill in the woods. Had they gone over the top? If they had, were they waiting for me on the other side?
I slowly moved out from the safe cover of the tree and looked around.
It was eerie and quiet again. No screams. No gunshots. No one seemed to be there. What the hell were they up to? I had just learned something new about them, though. I had another clue to go on. I'd seen something important a moment ago.
I sprinted to the balding crest of the hill up ahead. Nothing! My heart sank, fell a million miles into the abyss. Had they gotten away?
After all this?
I kept running. I couldn't let this abomination happen. I wouldn't let the monsters go free.
Alex Cross 2 - Kiss the Girls
CHAPTER 111.
I THOUGHT I KNEW the direction to the state highway, and I headed that way. I had my second wind, or maybe my third, and ran more easily now.
Alex the Pathfinder.
Maybe two hundred yards ahead of me, I spotted them again. Then I saw a familiar flash of gray: a curling ribbon of highway. I could make out a few white-shingled buildings and ancient-looking telephone lines.
A highway. The way for them to escape.
The two of them were running in the direction of a shambling roadhouse.
They still wore their death masks. That told me Casanova was in charge. The natural leader. He loved his masks. They represented who he believed he really was: a dark god. Free to do whatever he chose.
Superior to the rest of us.
A red-and-blue neon sign blinked Trail Dust on the road-house roof. It was one of those country gin mills that got good customer traffic all day. The monsters were heading that way.
Casanova and the Gentleman Caller climbed into a late-model blue pickup truck parked in the lot. Busy tavern lots were a good place to park a car inconspicuously. I knew that as a detective. I raced across the state road toward the roadhouse.
A man with long, frizzy red hair was just climbing into his Plymouth Duster in the parking area. He wore a wrinkled Coca-Cola workshirt, and had a bulky brown bag shoved under one arm. Liquid groceries.
“Police.” I flashed my badge a foot from his lightly bearded chin. “I have to take your car!” I had my pistol out, ready for trouble if it came at me. I was definitely taking the car.
“Jesus Christ, man. This here's my girlfriend's car,” he drawled rapidly. His eyes stayed on the Glock. He handed over the car keys.
I pointed back toward where I'd come from. 'Call the police right now.
The missing women are back there, maybe a mile and a half. Tell them there's an officer down! Tell them it's Casanova's hideaway.'
I jumped into the Duster, and was doing forty before I got out of the parking lot. In the rearview mirror I could see the man with the six-pack still staring at me. I wanted to call Kyle Craig myself and have him send help, but I couldn't stop now, couldn't lose Casanova and his friend.
The dark blue pickup headed toward Chapel Hill ... where Casanova had tried to kill Kate, where he had originally kidnapped her. Was that his home base, after all? Was he someone from the University of North Carolina? Another doctor? Someone we had never even heard of? Not only was that possible, it was likely.
