Hollis was on his feet the instant the suspect began to steer Vanni toward the back door of the club. He walked swiftly out the front door, pushing his way past a group of people waiting to have their IDs checked so they could enter. He reached his car and slid in, all the while keeping his eyes on the exit from the parking lot. After he turned the key in the ignition he sat, one foot on the brake, until he saw Vanni’s car pull out of the lot onto the street. Light from a streetlamp showed him Vanni was in the passenger seat, his head resting against the passenger side window.
The car turned left and headed up to the intersection. Hollis waited a few beats then began to follow. As he did he called Abbie. Her husband answered, grumbled something under his breath that Hollis couldn’t unders
