Ambush

Chapter 97

It took a moment to secure the assassin with handcuffs and make sure I had all her weapons. She stood up gracefully even with her hands cuffed. She faced me with a look of defiance.

I held my right forearm in an effort to slow the bleeding from the gash she had given me with that stiletto. Blood dripped onto the white sidewalk in a crazy red pattern.

I felt the anger rise off me. This woman had caused me so much pain.

“What’s your name?”

She gave me a pretty smile and said, “At this time, I’m not going to say anything.”

“You won’t tell me who wants me dead?”

“I think you might have already figured that out.” Then she looked at me as if we were having a conversation. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a police officer as relentless as you.”

“You gave me plenty of motivation.”

“You could’ve always taken your family and gone into hiding.”

“There was another reason why I couldn’t let you slip away.”

She looked intrigued as she said, “And what could that reason possibly be?”

“Antrole Martens.”

“Excuse me?”

“He was my partner who was killed by a hand grenade. Or do you not even pay attention when innocent people are killed?”

“I feel it. After my work is done.”

“His wife and two children feel it every day. And now continue to struggle. Maybe the rest of their lives. There’s no way I could ever run from someone like you.”

The woman shrugged and said, “Too bad. It would’ve saved a lot of heartache for everyone.”

I gave her a hard stare and said, “Will you talk to me? We might be able to do some good.”

She shook her head and said, “I’m afraid I can say nothing more until after I speak to my attorney.”

It was over. I felt a wave of emotion rock through me. I managed to say, “You’re under arrest.”

She just nodded. Then, after a moment, she said, “How did you know where I would run to?”

I saw a patrol car down the street racing toward me. I gave her a little smile. “I’m a New Yorker. I know where the tourists will head.”