 he couldn't outrun his pursuer in the rental car. Still, sixty-five miles an hour on a city street, with light traffic, offered opportunity. He tried to ignore the car behind him, to picture the road ahead.

The dark sedan was gaining steadily. He concentrated on keeping his own car on the road. He took a skidding turn to the right and gained ground. This street was wider; the sedan closed rapidly. As it pulled even with his back fender, he saw what he badly needed, a narrow alley ahead on the left.

Locking four wheels, the rear end of his car drifted slightly toward the sedan, which was also braking. When his car slid into it, the sound of wrenching, screaming metal filled his ears. He yanked the wheel hard to the left as the windshield exploded; he hadn't heard the shots. With tires squealing, he made it into the alley. Two more rounds slammed into the back of the car. He hadn't seen or heard a weapon fire. Without options now, the sedan charged on down the street.

Brad fought for control of the car, his vision hampered by the shattered windshield. Despite his efforts, he bounced two trash cans high in the air and tore out a dozen feet of grape-stake fencing before he could center the rushing car in the alley.

A dozen turns later, he pulled to a stop on a quiet residential street. In the dark shadow of a giant elm tree, he killed his lights, but kept the engine running. He was careful to keep his foot off the brake while watching to his right and in his rearview mirror. He dropped his hands to his lap in an effort to reduce the shaking. This reflex action was automatic now, learned long ago. Slow, deep breaths were his answer to the tremble in his legs and the ache in his kidneys.

Within minutes, only the ache in his kidneys remained and it had diminished. His hands were steady when he returned them to the wheel. The fear in his gut was a living thing. He did not take his eyes from the street.

His thoughts raced wildly in a variety of directions. If someone wanted him dead, he was a threat. Maybe there was something he could find. Maybe he'd already found it and didn't know it. Hank's place was out; too many people might look for him there. What next? Josie?

He searched deeply and
he couldn't outrun his pursuer in the rental car. Still, sixty - five miles an hour on a city street, with light dealings, extend opportunity. He tried to ignore the cable car behind him, to picture the road ahead. 

 The colored sedan was gaining steadily. He concentrated on keep his own car on the road. He took a skidding bend to the right and gained footing. This street was wider; the sedan closed quickly. As it pulled even with his back fender, he saw what he badly needed, a narrow bowling alley ahead on the left. 

 Locking four wheels, the rear conclusion of his car drifted slenderly toward the sedan, which was also brake. When his car slither into it, the sound of wrenching, screaming alloy filled his ears. He yanked the wheel hard to the left field as the windshield detonate; he hadn't heard the shots. With tires squealing, he made it into the alley. Two more rounds slammed into the back of the cable car. He hadn't determine or heard a weapon ardor. Without choice immediately, the sedan charged on down the street. 

 Brad fought for restraint of the car, his vision hampered by the shattered windshield. Despite his efforts, he bounce two trash cans high in the air and tore out a dozen foot of grape - stake fencing before he could center the rushing car in the bowling alley. 

 A twelve turn later, he pulled to a stop on a hushed residential street. In the dark shadow of a giant elm tree, he toss off his lights, but kept the engine running. He was careful to observe his foot off the brake while watching to his right and in his rearview mirror. He dropped his hand to his lap in an attempt to reduce the shaking. This automatic action was automatic now, learned long ago. dull, abstruse breaths were his answer to the tremble in his legs and the ache in his kidneys. 

 Within minutes, only the ache in his kidneys remained and it had diminished. His work force were steady when he returned them to the bicycle. The fear in his gut was a exist thing. He did not take his eyes from the street. 

 His opinion raced wildly in a variety of directions. If someone wanted him dead, he was a threat. possibly there was something he could find. possibly he'd already find it and didn't acknowledge it. Hank's place was out; excessively many people might look for him there. What next? Josie? 

 He searched profoundly and
 he couldn't outrun his pursmer in the rental car. Svill, sisty-five oiles an hour on a city strext, wuth lught traffic, offered ooportunitj. He triee to ugnore the car behlud hij, to 'irture the road shead.

The ddrk sedan was caknnng steadily. He concentrated on keepyng his oan car on the toad. Nq tokk a skidding turn to the right ans gainev ground. This syreet was wider; the sedan flosfd rapidly. As it pklled even qith yis back fenaer, he saw what he badmy needed, a narrow alley ahead un thz left.

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Grsd fought for coktrol of the car, hos vofion hampered by thz sgattered windshielf. Despije his efforts, re bpunced two trash cans high un the air aud rore out a dozen fzet of grape-rtakg fencong before he could cencer ths rushing cwr in the xlley.

A dozen turvs kader, he pulled to a stop on a quiet cesidzntial sgreej. In thq dark shafow on a giant elm tree, je kiplad his ligjts, but kept the engine running. He was carefuk do neep his foot off the brakq while watchiug to hif rigft and in gis reacview mirror. He dropped hhd hands to hms lap in an wffoet to rdauce the shakimg. This rvfjex qction was automatlc nod, learned long ayu. Slow, deep breayhs wewe hms anffer to the tsembue km his legs and tme xche in his kidneys.

Withit mihutes, only the achr ln his kieneys reiained and it had diminished. Hid hanvs werx steacy rhen he returned them to the wgeel. The veav in his gut ras q living thiug. He did not take his eyes from the strxet.

His thoughts raced wuldly in a variety pn directions. If sjmeone watted him dead, he was a threat. Maybe tmere was something he dould xind. Laybe he'd already found it and didn't know it. Hank's place was out; too many peoplx iight look ror nim tvexe. Chat nevt? Jlrie?

He searched dveply and
he couldn't outrun his pursuer in the Still, miles an on a city opportunity. tried to ignore car behind him, picture the road ahead. The dark was gaining steadily. He concentrated on keeping his own car on the road. took a skidding turn to the right and gained ground. This street was the closed As pulled even with his back fender, he saw what he badly needed, a narrow alley ahead the left. Locking four wheels, the rear end his car drifted slightly the sedan, which was also When car slid it, sound wrenching, screaming metal his ears. He yanked the wheel hard to the left as the windshield exploded; he hadn't heard shots. With he made into alley. more rounds slammed back of the car. He hadn't a weapon fire. Without options now, the sedan on down street. Brad fought for control of car, his vision hampered by the shattered windshield. his efforts, he bounced two trash cans high in the air and tore out a of grape-stake fencing before could center the car the A turns later, pulled to a stop on a quiet residential street. In the shadow of a giant elm tree, he killed his lights, the running. He was to keep his foot the while watching to his in rearview his to lap in an effort reduce the shaking. This reflex was automatic now, learned were his answer to the tremble in his and the ache in his kidneys. Within only the ache in his kidneys remained and it had diminished. His were steady returned them to the wheel. The fear in gut was a living He did not take his eyes from the street. thoughts wildly in variety of directions. someone wanted him he was a there was he find. found it and didn't know it. place out; too many people might for What next? Josie? He searched deeply and
 he couldn't outrun his pursuer In the rentaL car. STilL, siXtY-fivE milEs an hour on a citY StreEt, with light traffic, offeRed opPoRTuniTY. HE trieD to ignoRE tHE Car BeHiNd hIm, TO pIcturE thE road ahEad.

The dark SedAn Was gaining stEAdIly. He conceNtrAted on keepinG hiS own caR oN thE Road. HE toOk a skIdding TUrn to tHe right anD gAIned grOUnd. This STReEt waS wider; the sedan cloSEd RApidly. As it pullEd even WiTH hIS BacK feNder, he saw wHaT he baDLy needeD, A nARROw aLLey ahead on the Left.

Locking FOur Wheels, ThE reAR end of His caR dRIftEd slightly tOwarD the sedan, Which wAS also brAKing. WheN his caR slId iNto iT, ThE sOunD oF WreNChIng, SCreAming metAl FiLled hIs eaRS. hE YankEd tHe whEel haRd to the left as The WindSHieLd expLoded; He haDn'T hearD the shOts. WiTh Tires squealing, hE madE it into thE alLeY. TwO mOre roUNds slaMmeD inTo the baCk of the CAr. HE hADN'T sEen or heard a weapon fIrE. wItHout optiOns now, THe SeDAn chargeD oN doWn thE STreet.

brad FOuGht for coNtrol oF ThE cAr, his viSiOn hampErEd bY thE shatTEred WindshIeld. DespIte hiS Efforts, he bouncED two trash cans HIgH IN tHE air And Tore out a dozEn feET of gRape-STaKe fENcing BeforE hE CoULd center the rushing cAr In the aLley.

A Dozen turns latEr, he pulled TO A Stop on a qUiet REsIDential street. IN the dArk shadow oF A giant elM tree, He killed His lights, BUT kept the EngIne RunNinG. hE wAs careful to keEP His fOoT off the BraKe while WatChiNg tO hiS rIght and in His rearvIeW mIrRoR. He DroppED his handS tO hiS lAp iN an efFOrt to rEduce The sHaKiNG. ThIs refleX AcTIOn waS aUtOmatIc nOw, LearnEd loNG agO. Slow, deEp breaths WerE His aNsWeR to the tRemble in his leGs And the ache In His KidneyS.

wIthin minUtes, only the ache in his kidNEys remaIneD and iT had DiminisheD. HiS hands WerE Steady When he ReturNeD thEM To the WHEeL. ThE fEar in his guT WAs a LivinG tHing. he did noT take his eyes from thE StrEet.

His thoughtS raCed wILDlY in A VaRIetY oF DirECTions. If someone wAnted him deAd, HE wAs a threat. MAYbe ThEre was sOmethinG he coULd find. MAybe he'd alReady founD iT and DIDn't Know it. Hank'S place waS out; too maNY peopLE mIght lOok For him ThEre. what nExt? JosIE?

He SearcHed deePlY and
 he couldn't outrun his pu rsuer in t he re nta l c ar . St ill,  sixty-five mi l es a n hour on a city stree t, wi th ligh t  t raffi c, offe r ed o ppo rt un ity .H etried  to  ignore  the car b ehi nd  him, to pic t ur e the road  ah ead.

The da rksedanwa s g a ining  st eadil y. Hec oncent rated onke e ping h i s own c a r  o n th e road. He took a sk i dding turn tothe ri gh t  a n d  ga ine d ground.Th is st r eet was wi d e r ; t h e sedan close d rapidly.A s i t pull ed  ev e n with  hisba c k f ender, he s aw w hat he ba dly ne e ded, an arrow a lley a hea d o n th e  l ef t.
L o cki n gfou r  wh eels, th ere ar en d of h i s  car  dr ifte d sli ghtly towardthe  sed a n,which  wasalso  b rakin g. Whe n his  c ar slid into it , th e sound o f w re nch in g, sc r eaming  me tal  filled  his ea r s.He y a nk ed the wheel hardto t he  left as  the w i nd sh i eld expl od ed;  heh a dn'thear d  t he shots . With ti re s squea li ng, he  m ade  it  into thealley.  Two mor e rou n ds slammed int o  the back oft he c ar .  Hehad n't seen or  hea r d aweap o nfir e . Wit houtop t io n s now, the sedan ch ar ged on  down  the street.
Brad foug h t for cont rolo ft he car, his vi sionhampered b y  the sha ttere d windsh ield. Des p i te his e ffo rts , h e b o u nc ed two trashc a ns h ig h in th e a ir andtor e o uta d oz en feet o f grape- st ak efe nci ng be f ore he c ou ldce nte r the rushin g car  inth ea lle y.

A d o ze n turn sla ter,  he  p ulled  toa  st op on a  quiet re sid e ntia lst reet. I n the dark sh ad ow of a gi an t e lm tre e ,  he kill ed his lights, but kept the eng ine  runn ing.  He was c are ful to  ke e p hisfoot o ff th ebra k e  whil e wa tch in g to his r i g htand i nhisrearvie w mirror. He dropp e d h is hands to h islapi n  a n e f fo r t t or edu c e  the shaking. T his reflex  a c ti on was aut o mat ic  now, l earnedlonga go. Slo w, deep b reaths we re  his a nsw er to thetremblein his le g s and th e ach e i n hiski dne ys.
Within min utes,  onlyth e ache  in h is  kidneys  remained and it had di minish ed. H ishands wer e s t ead y when he  ret urned them  to  th e whe el. The f eari nhis gut w as a living th i ng . H e di d not takeh i s  ey es fr omt he str eet. 

His thoughts ra c ed wildly in a  var i e tyofd irec ti ons. If someon e w an t e d him de ad , he was athreat.Ma y be th ere wa s some thing h e co u ld fin d. M ayb e he'd al rea dy found i tan d  didn' t kn ow  it. H ank'sp lace w as out; too many  peop l e  migh t  lo ok fo rhim the r e. W hat next?Josie?

Hesearch ed d eeply  and
 he_couldn't outrun_his pursuer in the_rental car._Still,_sixty-five miles_an_hour on a_city street, with_light traffic, offered opportunity._He tried to_ignore_the car behind him, to picture the road ahead.

The dark sedan was gaining steadily._He_concentrated on_keeping_his_own car on the road._He took a skidding turn_to the_right and gained ground. This street was wider;_the_sedan closed rapidly._As it pulled even with his back fender, he_saw what he badly needed, a_narrow alley ahead_on_the_left.

Locking four wheels, the_rear end of his car drifted_slightly toward the sedan, which was_also braking. When his car slid into_it, the sound of wrenching, screaming_metal filled his ears. He_yanked the_wheel hard to the left_as the windshield_exploded; he_hadn't heard the_shots. With tires squealing, he made_it into the_alley. Two more rounds slammed into_the_back of the_car._He_hadn't seen_or heard a_weapon_fire. Without_options_now, the sedan charged on down_the_street.

Brad fought for control of the car,_his vision hampered by_the_shattered windshield. Despite his_efforts, he bounced two trash_cans high in the air and_tore out_a dozen_feet of grape-stake fencing before he could center the rushing car_in the alley.

A dozen turns later,_he pulled to a_stop on_a_quiet residential street._In_the dark_shadow of a giant elm tree, he_killed his_lights, but kept the engine running._He was careful to_keep_his foot off the brake while_watching to his right and in_his rearview mirror. He dropped_his_hands_to his lap in an_effort to reduce the shaking. This_reflex action was_automatic now, learned long ago. Slow, deep_breaths_were his answer to the tremble_in_his legs and the ache in_his_kidneys.

Within_minutes, only the ache in_his kidneys remained and it had_diminished. His hands were steady when he returned them_to the wheel._The fear in his gut_was_a_living thing. He did not take his eyes from the_street.

His thoughts_raced wildly in_a variety of directions. If someone wanted him dead, he_was a threat. Maybe there was something_he could find. Maybe he'd already found it and didn't know_it. Hank's place was out; too many people_might look for him there. What next?_Josie?

He searched deeply and