I THREW MYSELF OVER THE PARKING BARRIER AFTER OUR TWO RUNNERS and jumped maybe ten feet. The cement landing was a vicious jolt to the bones. I had to drop and roll before I got up again, just to save my legs.
There were several dime-size red blotches on the ground where I landed, but nothing to indicate which way they’d gone. The guy might have wrapped his hand.
All I could see from here were lots of parked cars, concrete, and a dozen ways out.
“What the hell?” Mahoney came running up behind me. Several more SWAT officers were sprinting down from the level above as well. “Where’d they go?”
“Any sign of them?” Command radioed down.
“Negative,” I said. “Get all the exits covered. And shut down the block if it’s not too late.”
We all fanned out, checking the adjacent rooftops, throwing open doors, looking under cars with any kind of clearance. But it was no good. They were gone. Somehow, they’d gotten past us. The woman was a professional. She didn’t panic and she could really handle a gun.
There was still a chance someone could pick them up on the street. Their faces were a matter of record now, and every unit in the city would go into high alert.
Homeland Security could even shut down the bridges and put checkpoints on the highway if they wanted to, but that wasn’t my call.
By the time Ned and I got back up to the top level, everything on that end had been contained. One of the SWAT sergeants, Enrique Vaillos, was sitting on the bumper of the same Audi where we’d taken cover. The back of his hand was up against his mouth. It looked like he’d gotten a nasty pop in the face during the takedown.
“What’s our status up here?” Ned asked.
“Five in custody, one dead,” he said, “and two—?”
“Still missing,” I said.
Farther up the row of cars, a tall Saudi man in a gray suit was laid out flat on the ground. His head was turned our way so you could see the open, glassy eyes—also, the perfectly round black hole in his forehead. Even now, it sent a chill rolling down my back.
“What happened?” I asked.
Vaillos shook his head. “It was the damndest thing. That chick? The one who got away? Just before she ran, she turned and put a fast one in the guy’s head, point-blank. I don’t know why she did it, but I’ll tell you what. It’s all she had time for. Probably saved one of my guys’ lives.”
He turned away and spit a mouthful of red on the cement.
“Whatever. I ain’t going to lose sleep over it. These people want to act like a bunch of cannibals, I say let ’em. Just makes our job easier.”
I was thinking about the woman again, and how she wasn’t going to make our job easier.