CHAPTER TWENTY-ONEJessica
I turned to my neighbor with unfeigned panic. “This man’s
having a heart attack!” Then I pushed through the crowd as fast as I could,
hoping that no one had noticed me talking with Selby, who was now doubled over
and possibly dying at their feet.
As I broke free of the masses, I heard a woman scream and a
babble of voices. I struggled to maintain my composure and ignore the hysteria
behind me.
I strode down the sidewalk, scanning for cabs. And cops. And
men in trench coats. Men in black with sunglasses. Trench coats and sunglasses?
Please. The killers probably wore jeans and T-shirts. The thought raised goose
bumps. They could be anyone. Male, female. Anyone at all.
Standing at that curb, I felt as exposed as a target in an
arcade game.
I spotted an
