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Chapter 585
He inched his hand toward the gun under his shirt as he considered his options. How many were back there? He had seen only one guy when he stepped onto the sidewalk, but maybe there were more now. Why were they stopping him? Could he play dumb and bluff his way out? In his new outfit, he thought he might, as long as they didn’t frisk him or ask to look inside his backpack. If they did either, he was cooked. His fingers wrapped around the butt of the Browning, his decision made. Surprise was his best chance.
Conner took a few steps toward the waiting man, then stopped. Something about the guy’s reaction pricked at his brain. Most people would have looked back at the sound of his voice. This guy had stopped, sure, but he hadn’t turned around. Instinctively, Conner sensed danger. Suddenly, the man began to spin, his hand holding something dark, but Conner had already launched himself to the side, flinging himself to the ground behind a pair of sturdy blue U.S.
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When Conner entered the plaza, he found the scene much busier than the one he and O’Malley had circled over just a short while ago. Three LAPD squad cars and two more university police cruisers formed a ragged semi-circle around the murder scene, their glaring headlights all pointing inward, illuminating the area around the body like klieg lights from a movie set. The crowd of gawkers milling behind a row of yellow police barriers added to the image of a movie production at work. But this was no movie. An ambulance sat on the lawn close to the body, but its flashing lights were off, and two paramedics stood idly nearby chatting with one of the cops, confirming what Conner had already guessed—the kid was dead.He stopped near the far end of the plaza, away from the crowd, where O’Malley would be able to land the chopper to pick him up. Now that he knew what to look for, he wanted to get back up in the air, where he would be able to cover the most ground. He was glad he had a good reaso
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The wariness in Malomond’s eyes deepened. Conner knew most of his clients walked on the wrong side of the law, and Malomond would necessarily be protective of them. The ex-cop pulled himself erect and looked down at Conner. “I don’t talk about my customers, Case. You shoulda known that before you ever came here.” Conner held the big man’s gaze. “I know that. I’m hoping this one might be different.” “Why?” “Because the guy I’m looking for has killed seven people, including a ten-year-old kid. And he’s gonna keep killing until we stop him.” Malomond studied Conner. “What’s your interest? I heard you quit.” “I did. But this is a bad one. I’m unofficial, but I’m lending a hand.” Malomond’s look softened. He leaned back against the thick wooden rail fronting the shooting booth, his belligerence gone. “The guy you’re looking for don’t sound like none of my guys, Case. Honest.” “He’s probably not one of your regulars. Maybe a guy who comes in now and then, or was here for awhile and
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