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legs.
I hardly notice because I'm staring at the cop who stopped me for speeding
the other night.One of theRevengers .
And at the same moment I recognize him, he sees me, too.
His eyes widen, and his hand stops in mid-stroke. We remain that way for what
seems a long time, though I'm sure it's only a heartbeat or two. It's as if
we're each waiting for the other to make a move.
He blinks first. He mumbles something to his companion and reaches for a cell
phone. She doesn't turn to look at me, though, so I'm guessing he doesn't
mention the fact that he's just spotted a vampire. Instead she starts
gathering their things together, frowning as though irritated that their day
at the beach has been disturbed.
I'm not irritated, though. I leave Jorge a ten and duck back inside the bar,
watching through the tinted glass as the couple make their way to the street.
Then I make a dash for my own car. It's only a half a block down the road, and
I move so fast I know they haven't seen me. In fact, the guy keeps looking
back over his shoulder, completely unaware that I'm already in my car with the
engine running, prepared to follow them. He's looking for a Jag, not an
Explorer.
It's the break I've been waiting for.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
The cop is driving a red Corvette.Makes it really easy to tail. He leaves the
beach and heads toPacific Coast Highway . He jumps on I-8 and then switches to
163 nearMissionValley . He keeps going north, and I'm right behind him, though
he doesn't know it. I can see him checking the rearview mirror, but he's still
looking for the Jag.
He turns off atGenesee , the Linda Vista area, and makes a couple of quick
right turns. We're in a housing area now and I have to be more careful. He, on
the other hand, seems to have relaxed his guard. He takes no evasive action,
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but pulls right up into the driveway of a modest two-story bungalow on a
street with the sweet name,Finch Lane . He doesn't even pause to look up and
down the street, but he and his companion take their time unloading beach
stuff from the back. I can tell from her expression and body language, she's
still not happy that their afternoon was interrupted. He makes conciliatory
gestures as they disappear inside the house.
I park a few doors down and wait. I'm betting he'll be back out in fifteen
minutes tops the time it takes to shower and change. What I'm hoping is that
the telephone call he made on the beach was to his friends on the oldRevenger
squad.Probably made plans to meet them. I'm sure he thinks I ran when I
recognized him.
Won't he be surprised!
He beats my time by a good five minutes. His hair is still wet and brushed
straight back, as if he didn't want to take the time to dry it. He's dressed
in jeans and a tee shirt, tucked, black leather boots on his feet. That's all.
No gun that I can see, and even an ankle holster would show in jeans that
tight. He jumps into the Corvette, fires it up and backs out of the driveway.
I make my move just before he leaves the neighborhood. At a stop sign, I let
the Explorer roll into theVette , a bumper kiss, but it gets his attention, as
I knew it would. Corvette owners are touchy about their cars.Must have
something to do with fiberglass.
In a flash, he's out of the car and scoping out the damage. He's
practically foaming at the mouth, he's so angry. By the time he gets around to
aiming some of that fury at me, I've retrieved my gun and cuffs from the glove
compartment. He still hasn't bothered to find out who's sitting behind the
wheel of the Explorer, but I see him reach into his pocket.
He starts toward me, flipping open a leather wallet to reveal his badge.
I'm out of the door before he gets to the bumper of my car. I'm holding the
gun at my side. It's not until I'm right in his face that he realizes whose
face is staring back at him.
His expression is almost comical. His mouth drops open, and his eyes widen.
I raise the gun slightly. Get into my car, asshole, or I'll shoot you right
here."
He looks around, gauging the possibilities.
"Don't even try it, I say. I'm faster than you, stronger than you, and, oh
yeah, I have a gun. Limits your options, wouldn't you say?"
He draws a breath and blows it out. What about my car?"
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