Postcard killers

Chapter 136

It was the Rudolphs, he was sure of that much. He recognized Malcolm's relaxed movements and the woman's thick head of dark hair.

The kil ers were moving quickly through the parking lot, getting away.

People who saw him running with his pistol drawn screamed and threw themselves out of his way. Someone yel ed, "Madman!" at him. That was correct.

Dessie was coming up behind him. She had her cel phone in one hand.

She was keying in a number as she ran.

The Rudolphs disappeared between two big buildings.

Jacob raised the pistol as he approached the corner. He didn't know what weapons the Rudolphs might have.

No one was there.

He rushed through the passageway and emerged from the far end.

Four buses, with toilets and curtains, were parked there. Even if one of the 181 vehicles was unlocked, they couldn't hide for long, not here.

With his Glock drawn he ran over to the first bus.

No one.

The second one.

No one.

The third…

"Drop the gun!"

The voice came from behind him, a woman's voice, struggling to stay calm and col ected.

He spun around, aiming the Glock, ready to kil.