Chapter 580

A few miles away, Weber guided the Accord into an open spot along the curb on a quiet side street two blocks north of Hollywood Boulevard. The familiar tingle in his muscles ratcheted up a notch. The most dangerous part of his mission was about to begin. Finding and taking his victim would put him at the highest risk of being discovered. He had thought this part out carefully, using another stratagem taught him by his Uncle Sam—put yourself in your enemy’s place, think like he thinks, anticipate his actions and reactions. He had spent hours doing just that. Not thinking what he would do if he were a cop—that was the most basic and most fatal error you could make, believing your enemy thought the same way you did. Remembering that lesson had kept Weber alive all those years in Vietnam. He was not about to forget it now.

The cops knew he needed a kid to carry out his plan. They would be watching every place they could think of where he might find one. And beca